Quinlan stepped forward, and the moment his feet touched the soil of his soul realm, his eyes widened.
"What in the Goddess' sexy lacy panties is going on here?"
The land itself was familiar. The rolling ground, the grass, and the distant slopes were all things he had seen before. That much had not changed.
What had changed was what grew between them.
Small shoots pushed through the soil in uneven clusters, leaves still soft and pale at the edges. Some plants leaned awkwardly, not yet sure how to stand. Others curled inward, protecting fragile stems that had only just broken through the ground. None of it looked refined or mature.
Quinlan took a few more steps and stopped near one of the rivers.
The water had not been here before.
It flowed steadily through the land now. The current was gentle, carrying fine sediment that had not yet settled. He crouched slightly and focused.
Movement.
