Ussiariah stood silently at the edge of the immense prairie that the dormant ocean had become recently with his arms firmly locked behind his back and an indecipherable grimace that darkened progressively as his eyes scanned the frozen outline of the shore, wondering for the thousandth time if he had become the very mirror image of what he had once opposed.
“This is a reckless maneuver at the very best!” – He had voiced out as they sat together that night, racking their brains trying to figure out a way to put Jogru’s idea into practice and being faced only with new concerns – “When we did it back in our day, we had a high terrain from where we could unleash those bison, remember? This glass sea is as flat as the horizon that stretches ahead! We would have no control, no direction, no van
