The traveler left, carrying with him a piece of the hills, while the mist closed in behind him, keeping the secret of the weaver safe for the next wanderer.
One morning, a traveler arrived from the scorching plains of the north. "I seek a gift for my daughter," he said, breathless from the climb. "Something that captures the beauty of the South."
: Finally, he embroidered small, intricate elephants along the hem, a tribute to the ancient guardians of the southern forests.