The Malias region of Tromalius was mainly mountainous, with peaks so high that they seemed to be reaching the sky. The mountains were glistening white and light grey with milky rivers, streams and lakes running through them. The rugged beauty of this landscape surely left the beholder in its awe as it did Xiran.
"There," Sulran pointed towards the ridge of the mountains, where white globe-like structures had been constructed. These must be their abodes, Xiran thought to himself as they swiftly landed outside one such structure.
The strong wind had tussled their hair and Xiran tried untangling them with his fingers and adjusted the long white robe-type costume he was wearing.
He realised that the globe had been constructed out of tree bark and its leaves, just like a wooden house would be with white paint.
