71st of Summer, 513 AV
Kylina heard a voice whispering in her ear. "Kylina, dear, it's time to wake up. You have to go soon," it said. The young Inarta opened her eyes to see her mother standing beside her. She hopped out of her "bed", or the pile of blankets and pillows her mother had made her.
"I'll miss you." Kylina told her as she gazed at the pack and clothes laid out on the floor. Things for her journey to and stay in Syliras. She would finally follow in her father's footsteps. Kylina would travel the world, see the sights, meet people, and tell epic tales of her travels. It would be amazing. Kylina had only heard tales of the faraway places like Sahova, Zelvita, and Syliras.
Kylina remembered her father telling her of Mizahar's sights when she was small. Once, when she had asked why he was almost never in Wind Reach, he had said "Wind Reach isn't it, little one. There's so much more out there. I just go where the wind blows me, and somedays it blows me right back home." Kylina had been satisfied then, but her father had disappeared completely on a trip to Sahova. He would normally send letters, but he had vanished. Ever since then, Kylina had been determined to follow in her father's footsteps. The first stop would be Syliras.
The Inarta pulled on her new clothes, perfect for the city. She had sold her little house to buy new clothes, possessions, and a horse for her travels. There was no turning back now. Kylina hugged her mother and they walked outside, where her new horse Russet waited. The horse nickered quietly, and Kylina mounted it. She followed her mother wordlessly as they headed to the gates. Thousands of words poured through her mind, but none of them seemed good enough to be a goodbye.
They finally arrived at the gates when her mother pulled a short bow from a pack on her back. "Are you going hunting, Mama?" Kylina asked in her native tongue. This would be one of her last chances to use the language. Her mother chuckled. "No, no. I'm giving this to you. A gift. You need some way to make a living, don't you? Your father intended to give it to you, but then he....disappeared." Kylina hugged her mother fiercely, a tear rolling down her fair cheek.
"Be careful, Kylina. And don't forget to write! I love you." Her mother spoke passionately, and Kylina found it very hard not to cry. "I will. And I'll visit someday. But most days, I'll just go where the wind blows me." The older woman nodded, her eyes misting. Kylina tucked the short bow in one of the packs adorning Russet's back and began the trip of a lifetime.
"I'll miss you." Kylina told her as she gazed at the pack and clothes laid out on the floor. Things for her journey to and stay in Syliras. She would finally follow in her father's footsteps. Kylina would travel the world, see the sights, meet people, and tell epic tales of her travels. It would be amazing. Kylina had only heard tales of the faraway places like Sahova, Zelvita, and Syliras.
Kylina remembered her father telling her of Mizahar's sights when she was small. Once, when she had asked why he was almost never in Wind Reach, he had said "Wind Reach isn't it, little one. There's so much more out there. I just go where the wind blows me, and somedays it blows me right back home." Kylina had been satisfied then, but her father had disappeared completely on a trip to Sahova. He would normally send letters, but he had vanished. Ever since then, Kylina had been determined to follow in her father's footsteps. The first stop would be Syliras.
The Inarta pulled on her new clothes, perfect for the city. She had sold her little house to buy new clothes, possessions, and a horse for her travels. There was no turning back now. Kylina hugged her mother and they walked outside, where her new horse Russet waited. The horse nickered quietly, and Kylina mounted it. She followed her mother wordlessly as they headed to the gates. Thousands of words poured through her mind, but none of them seemed good enough to be a goodbye.
They finally arrived at the gates when her mother pulled a short bow from a pack on her back. "Are you going hunting, Mama?" Kylina asked in her native tongue. This would be one of her last chances to use the language. Her mother chuckled. "No, no. I'm giving this to you. A gift. You need some way to make a living, don't you? Your father intended to give it to you, but then he....disappeared." Kylina hugged her mother fiercely, a tear rolling down her fair cheek.
"Be careful, Kylina. And don't forget to write! I love you." Her mother spoke passionately, and Kylina found it very hard not to cry. "I will. And I'll visit someday. But most days, I'll just go where the wind blows me." The older woman nodded, her eyes misting. Kylina tucked the short bow in one of the packs adorning Russet's back and began the trip of a lifetime.
