"Apple trees..." Svarik smiled, saying indeed what came to his mind first. "But that's because you spoke about them, and there is not much to tell about it. I can tell you about this country, however." He closed his eyes for a moment, and a slight smile was on his lips as he imagined the pictures he tried to describe to Liron then. "It's a country of sun. Apple trees blossoming in spring, and golden corn in autumn. And wide spaces of wild grass, where the horses can run free... You said magic contains of colours... Then gold is the colour of this country - like the corn, like honey, like sun."
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