Sunrise. Birds twittered as a light breeze carried leaves across an open savannah, south of the city gates of Rabanastre. The ground was damp from the rain, and the air was still slightly humid, and pleasantly warm. What clouds there had been had broken apart to reveal an azure sky.
This description is one that might be found, perhaps, in a travel brochure, or the first few lines of a film script, or as a clumsy attempt on the part of a fanfic writer to start another chapter. It is not, however, a description that befits delivery by a narrator who pretends to be objectively reliable, for it must be said that this description was at once entirely informative and misleading in equal measure. When taken at face value, there was nothing factually wrong with it at the specific moment to which it refers, it was indeed sunrise, there was indeed a light breeze blowing (leaves moving therewith) and the birds did indeed twitter. However, these grounds are far too general and ambiguous upo