Wanderlust ( Imass )

[Caehli Galesong]

Timestamp// Year 511, 50th Fall


The gates were imposing, grandeur; impeccable…Caehli could not find a word to truly describe them. At the age of sixteen, almost seventeen she was dazzled by the stony gateway. Perhaps it was that they were a permanent foundation on the ground, and had no alikeness to her nomadic lifestyle.

“Woooooah!!” the young girl crowed. Her head was tipped far back .Her blue eyes shifting back and forth along the wide expanse of the gates, as though she was trying to memorize every detail.

However she was called forth from her silent applause, “We haven’t got all day lass, every minute counts in Syliras “ her father Ganta, said anxiously, herding his daughter and strider Aida with big goading hands “Alright, alright I’m going!” Caehli griped and pulled on her own yvas, leading her strider Din into the great city Syliras.

“And I thought the gates were incredible! Look papa, at all the people! The buildings!” Caehli’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her free hand pointing from building to building. “Aye Cae, I know, I know! We haven’t time to explore today. We only have two days in Syliras before we have to catch up with the encampment” He warned before placing his hand on her thin shoulder and leading her to the long wall of apartments called the Traveler’s Row.

“We’ll be staying here, I will rent us a room, and all you need to do is, Stay. Right. Here…” His blue eyes narrowed on his daughter. Caehli frowned “Dad, I’m almost seventeen winters…you don’t have to treat me like a child…” Her own blue eyes furrowed in irritation. Ganta scoffed and pushed a lock of her dark hair behind her ear “Aye you are, but you have a habit of wandering off and you know it” he reminded. Caehli could not argue, for it was true. She only folded her lean arms to her chest and grumbled under her breath.

Ganta chuckled “I’ll only be about thirty chimes…” before grabbed both horses by their yvas, leading them into the large crowds of people. Even Ganta, who was six foot five, disappeared into the mash of people. Caehli scoffed after his departure.

“Stupid old man…I can take care of myself…” Caehli muttered darkly. However her eyes continued to trace the city, pulling Caehli into a curious sort of trance. Her body moved on its own as she wandered from the wall into Syliras. “I’ll be back, he said he’d be gone for thirty chimes…” she told herself dreamily as she walked into the crowds disappearing herself.

Caehli weaved and slid through corridors and hallways. Occasionally she would stop at stores, eyeing wares kindly. A vibrant flower shop, a candle store, a large bazaar filled with many wares and then finally down and alley or two to a large outside area.
It was within the wall of Syliras, but not withheld by the citadel, open air privy to this. Caehli found herself in the large expanse of a forge. The sound of clanking, smell of coal and metal brought Caehli out of her wanderlust. How long had it been since her father and her had parted? Where exactly was that flower shop again? It wasn’t so far from the wall right?

Caehli bit her lip in anxiety; she was going to be in so much trouble once her father found her, if he ever found her. Suddenly the massive Syliras was no longer impressive but intimidating.

Caehli tried to reach out to someone. “Excuse me? “ She called out to no one in particular. “ Pardon me…could I get some directions…please?” she called out again. However her voice was dwarfed by the sound of metal and fire. “Skyke…” Caehli muttered to herself, she had gone and done it again.