They flew over a patchwork of greens—olive and pine, sage and mint, moss and fern—all the shades smearing into one another like mixed paint on a palette. Here and there, Faron saw the pewter of mountain ranges, the sepia of dark hills, and the cobalt of ponds and lagoons. Sun-dappled clouds hung above them, their color almost grimy compared with the arrant white of Lightbringer’s beating wings.
