Saboro Ring 2 where is this 'x' on the map? [open]

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the kind heart & slab

"Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one."
-Marcus Aurelius

Each day the passing need to become more than just a "Slab" ate at him, so much of Saboro was hidden from him and the boy with his head in the clouds felt he could help them. They had been spit out of the mouth of evil, the only living things to slip through the dark fangs; it spewed bones and dark curses, and it spewed the failed and the demented. Ezra had gotten the distinct impression that the Saboro that had once been was not the Saboro that these people wanted to be. They wanted to be good, and good was something Ezra was already-- or so he'd like to fancy himself as being. He could help his home, fulfill a task, pull his weight, but already it had sank into his head that it might be beneficial to be a man of influence. A man whose opinion mattered and held weight, a good man in a position of power could only be good could it not? For the boy naive of the true darkness world, he thought so.

He carried himself with a calm confidence, never an overly proud boy, despite his high self esteem. Beautiful blue eyes learning this new terrain, hardy and tough and cold. Very cold. He would survive this winter as it came and went, for a tough man would not fail against something as frivolous as the cold's chill. The boy imagined himself all sorts of heroes and masculine behemoths. A white knight in the least misogynistic way possible. The green mottled boy seemed to live in his head, perhaps Saboro would bring him out into the real world? Time would tell what the cursed pack would do to the hero, but as far as Ezra was concerned, he was the protagonist in a fantastic tale to be told for ages.

The chill did not escape him, but he was quickly adjusting to the temperature and had found thoughtful ways to keep warm. The easiest so far was that which was already most natural to him, running to keep himself in good health. Edging along the side of the ring, careful not to pass over as he was not yet important enough to be within it's bounds-- what a strange system. He did this for some while before something of great interest caught the corner of his eyes past curly bangs. Since he had been in this "new" Saboro territory, he had yet to see flowers, so the field out in front of him caught him in his tracks and he moved in to study them with a calm expression. Heart pounded, if he could sweat he would be but instead he was simply warm in the most comfortable way. A slight movement broke him from his dazed thoughts about blooming flowers in this weather, someone else was here with him. In the south there is a saying, if it was a snake, it would have bit him. Thankfully he had had enough wits about him to not jump when the woman shifted slightly. Instead he would turn to look her over for a moment before deciding the flowers looked fairly comfortable.

A genuine smile pulled onto his face, blue eyes twinkling past curly locks, "Mind if I join ya?" Though he would not wait for an answer before plopping down a respectable distance away. Laying on his stomach, his face low in the flowers so he peered past them. They were nice in a strange sort of way, after all he was a man who had never put much thought into flowers. "Name's Ezra, Slab. What about you miss?"