She then conducted me to rooms in which magnificent creatures of the sea were on display.
While my hostess donned appropriate clothing, she allowed me to inspect some of the equipment she would be using in our afternoon's ride.
This is the bit? What in Bema's name are we riding?
My hostess claims that a majority of riders wear these helmets for protection. What do they do? Hide under them when there's a stampede?
Ah well. Imagine my surprise when I saw a familiar face in this strange country.
Ai, Legolas. You have grown! Something is very strange here.
To be continued...
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