Basalt. There was basalt all around. Columns of basalt, almost a forest of basalt, sprung up from the ground all around Tarnished Teapot. There were paths in between the basalt. The columns were spread out, there were spaces between them. It was strange and it was beautiful. He had never seen anything quite like this. All of them were squarish, with sharp angles, rough edges, and the formations did not seem natural, yet they were.
Tarnish hobbled between them on three legs, his eyes wide, taking in the visual oddities around him, and dumbstruck by the beauty of the world.
“If you leave your mouth open like that, you might eat a bug again,” Maud said in a bored sounding monotone as she snapped a photo of Tarnish, who happened to be standing in front of an odd octogonal basalt column.
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