Alrighty... Somewhere out there are the Hollow Mountains. And the Zeth in them. 

It's known for lots of holes and big mushrooms. Dwarves. Their runes deep inside the mountains. Jewels. Beautiful views from the top. And Selvas. 

Looks like a great place to stay.

How far is it? What is on the way there? It could be our next town. If we find a job here... If. 

And there's a city where, as far as we know these lights, there's never any work for service people. Lim. 

Where to put it? Actually, Ami has no idea where Lim is. 

Leave them... here... 

 Lovely signs on round mounds, looking a bit like kotties... and overgrown mounds. Other unknown things... Forest is near. Gardens. Lots of green there. That's all you can tell from the map. 

Connecting pieces of the map is enough of a problem. Ami can't analyse parts of the city she's never seen. And almost no one has seen it. 

It’s a far outstanding old witch city. There's very little information about Lim on the mainland. For some reason. Perhaps it's as hospitable as Youlle.

The map shows that this settlement itself is much smaller. It's hard to even call it a city - it's a thin rim in a semicircle around a lake.

Here's another piece that looks like it might fit. Two, in fact. 

It's torn in half and next to something... it's... the lake again? 

Curious... How is it positioned? Like this? Or no, like this... 

It's all torn and scarred too. Somewhere around here there's a rumour that there's an Ocean with mysterious Maras in it... 

It is huuuuuge... Amelia saw it from Prime Mountain. 

Impressive. Wish she could see it closer. And die of happiness. It must be a fantastic sight.

To see, smell and touch the Ocean. Will he ever be able to? Or will she die foolishly without ever meeting it?

She returned her wet eyes to the surviving fragments of Lim. Those signs on the houses were incredibly beautiful and so compelling to look at. 

And... they wouldn't let go of her attention.

Ami admired them. A cold whisper ran down her neck. 

She shook herself, averted her gaze and shifted it to the opposite side of the Mainland, beyond the Kantine. 

Hills. Hills and lots of flowers. 

Amelia had seen them during her time in the Kantine; she liked to walk to the edge of the cliff to look out over the Wastelands. It was said that Elves and Dwarves could be found in those places, but of course, Ami had never come across any of the marvellous people.

Beyond the Hills was an empty circle. A place of destiny. A mainlandwide mystery. 

A mystery that had dragged the mother through Kantine and kept her there for some time. Long enough to capture her. 

Her overconfidence and subsequent overly close relationship with the local culture and her host had been her fatal flaw. She didn't realise she was in way over her head.

Kantine was a part of Yvette’s anthropological research in trying to find information about Youlle, which was notorious over the Mainland as a “people-eating city”. 

It's unclear whether the blank spots around her were the result of the mother's own vandalism of her kink. This part was quite shabby and suffered the most.

This was where Youlle was supposed to be. At least that was Ami's assumption. 

A guess from someone who couldn't even put the pieces together in the right order. She didn't see this part of the Continent herself either. You should stop using this phrase, which you hear so many times a light. It carries too much sadness.

But... Yvette saw the city. And it was not much fun for her either.

Fascinated by the shining Youlle, she decided not to despair. She walked around it, hoping to find a secret passage or people who would share some insights with her, and then returned to Kantine, determined to gather information, to extract bits of truth from local legends and Archives, and thus learn more about the mysterious northern city. 

Anyone who knows the Kantinians can understand how they helped Yvette in her quest. They shook their heads warningly and told the usual tale of "wicked witches" who had ruined so many lives that the planters had to find a new home. 

They could be kind to non-witch Yvette, even if she was a foreigner. Their warnings didn't stop her.

No one knows what happened to her after that, but everyone knows she came back, silent and frightened. They told her! Being the object of their pity is the best way to fit into the community. 

"This fool is more stupid than we are. It's safe to leave her here."

Flip it all. That's when it all started.

Ami sighed heavily and quickly gathered the fragments back into the bag. 

Enough memories, it was time to settle down in a new place. A new life for half a cycle and new fruitless hopes.

Oh, my! Look at it! 

It was invisible without the light, but it turned out that her old, shabby looking kotti was full of secrets too! There were fantastic paintings inside! 

Niiiice. What a sudden pleasant little good-looking miracle.

Admiring it, she decided to draw a series of intricate elements from all the local murals. And to try as many local foods and drinks as possible. 

"Think of this as the only reason you are here and the purpose of your life. Don't think about this job. This head is for eating and that's it."

The Kantinian pulled out a little bag containing her small supply of food. Both fresh and dried seeds and berries. It's not much, but it's enough for a few treats and a few household items. And that was a good start. 

She looked away. Her eyes fell on a mountain of things and she picked up a puffy book. A Kantinian-Omillian dictionary with her mother's notes in the margins. 

Ami set it down beside her. Now there's someone who would definitely be her constant companion during this time.

And there are other companies to thank and release.

After the blankets have been placed on the free half of the bed, the mushroom-lighters can be thanked for their help with the cleaning and carried back to their place. 

There is absolutely no energy left to do anything else. No thoughts. No worries. Just sleep. Just sleep.