You look out the window. Green grassy plains and deciduous forests scroll by, and on the horizon, clouds circle tall, snowcapped mountains.
 
Moonflower: “Oh, cool! Where are we?”
 
Sweet Biscuit: “Those, over there, are the Smokey Mountains, which means we’re currently in the West Alpine Region. We won’t be in Coltswell before a few more hours, so why don’t we find something to pass the time until then?”
 
Sea Swirl: “I can think of something—”
 
Sweet Biscuit: “Moonflower, Trailblazer, any suggestions?”
 
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