She stared at it for a long while, unable to believe the beauty of what she saw. Set in a lush expanse of brown meadow, the village stretched out in a circle over what must have been an acre of land. There were well over a hundred tepees down there, some of the structures bleached white, some painted with blues, yellows and reds, the entire effect creating an illusion that the encampment was encircled by a rainbow. The whole village sat next to a small lake, in which was reflected the deep blue of the sky. And though there were no trees nearby to mar this stretch of prairie, everywhere surrounding the camp were yellow sunflowers and an array of blue, violet and gold wildflowers. To the south of the camp grazed a huge herd of horses, comfortably munching on the rich buffalo grass. To the north sprawled several rolling hills; to the east, a great expanse of brown prairie. She and Gray Hawk stood downwind from the camp on its western side, and the smells of campfires, of cooking foods, of the fragrant scent of the prairie wildflowers, made her stomach growl.
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