Drua

The creek carries its waters all the way to the village of Drua, which gradually comes into view, from behind the tree covered hills, one cottage at a time. The bleating of gutes and the calls of their shepherds can be heard from a ways off…cottages and huts line both sides of the creek which forks after a furlong or so. The east branch curls around the base of a steep hill, welling up and running over a waterwheel, while the west branch runs shallowly over a ford. A few acres have been devoted to crops, in the thin valley at the base of the village’s three hills, but the bulk of the land is used for grazing. A dirt road emerges from behind the northernmost hill and heads south, crossing the creek at a broad and sturdy-looking wooden bridge, then running east across the ford.

Drua

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