Here inside the Spider Caverns, the morning air appeared colder and more humid than it had when in camp with the Darishi, as if the hollow collected moisture from the air and ground. “Such an amazing thing, yet we take it for granted!” He was referring to the sun and its slow journey, and the vital role it played to everything on the surface of Kil’Tar. “Like so many things, Kay'taari.” The bulk of the Dragon had come up softly behind him, his subconscious aware of it, but still he gave a start at the voice, knowing it belonged to the Dragon, but expecting when he turned to find a man instead, such was its tone and inflection. “As soon as we no longer value something, it is lost.” There was sorrow in the Dragon's voice, as if recalling a thousand such incidents. “Such a thing has happened with the great forests. Now there are but three, where more than a dozen once spread across Kil'Tar, like oceans of green. But 'man',” he said this as a collective, though the inflection on humans was evident, “has used the great trees to build their kingdoms and their boats and their wagons, and now there are few of the older trees remaining.
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