Vineyard

Unlike the rest of the arena, which looks parched, this section is lovingly maintained. The vineyard rows are perfectly straight, the vines lush with dark fruit, ready for the picking. At the end of each row, a rose bush bellwether blooms in a riot of colors. Any blight promises to wilt the roses first. The rows undulate over the gently rolling hills. In the mornings, fog rolls over the fruit, promising a bountiful and delicious harvest. At night, a heavy moon and stars shines peacefully overhead.