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Gabriela The beauty of the Southern packlands is somewhat staggering when we arrive. I'd expected it to be dry and arid compared to the cool humidity I left back home, but the expanses of dry brush and large jagged mountains in the distance surprise me. Staring at them when we reach the peak of our climb before heading down into the valley, I shift and stand in awe of what's to be my new home. From here, small speckles of yellow wildflowers peek through the long grass down below, swaying gently in the wind. The earthy scent of dirt, not as dense as back home, fills my nose. I breathe it in deeply as I try to memorize the smell. Behind me, someone shifts and stands at the edge of the overhang by my right. I glance over, surprised to see Rose smiling peacefully at the view ahead. "Prett