Roaring waterfalls dominate the majority of the landscape surrounding the Weyr. The sun shines, birds flitting across the sky; it never snows, rains enough to have a muddy season, and the trees carpet the forest floor, looking like a plush green rug from above. 

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Cliffs and canyons, shrouded in the green trees, follow the great river. Within these cliffs are the man-made caves called home by so few of Pern's remaining settlers. Cutting edge technology has made carving out a place easy, with tunnels winding within the rocky walls to create a vast living system. Most everything is hidden within, to protect those who call Midnight Falls home from the thread of Threadfall.

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And yet, somehow the trees are bright and vibrant; larger than any man, hundreds of feet tall and fifteen wide, these old goliaths stand guard around the struggling Weyr. Dragons fit between them with wings folded, but whers can run freely, giving them rein to snap up any Thread that reaches the ground.