7th Winter 515av
Early Morning
Springwater Square,
Shinyama Peak
Early Morning
Springwater Square,
Shinyama Peak
As Syna's frosty morning shine broke above the top peaks of the Kalea Mountains, Neive's breath was stolen in awe. Her gaze finally settled upon the glittering beauty that was Lhavit. Riding as passenger aback the glorious Wind Eagle, Neive struggled to maintain her grip around the rider’s waist, whilst keeping her hat atop her head. The gusts of wind whipped her long, braided hair in a fluttering mess of wild fire behind her.
As the eagles circled around the peaks of the mountains, gradually descending upon the celestial city, Neive’s watery gaze began to make out a few more details. Gardens aplenty, lush green and startling against the stone works of the buildings and plateaus. Architecture like she had never seen before. The city radiated imagination and artistic flare. Nothing seemed to have been constructed with anything less than the word stunning in mind – and stunned she was.
Although this was Neive’s first venture away from her home of Wind Reach, she couldn't think of there being any other city as enchanting as Lhavit. The instant she laid her eyes upon the city, her heart felt at home, her stomach fluttered. However as she began to realise this, her gut dropped and she felt ill. She couldn't let herself fall in love with a city she was never to see again.
Her cerulean gaze shifted to the Wind Eagle soaring the winds on her left. Behind the Endal rider, sat the Avora Artisan she was accompanying. She was here for only a day and she was only here to help hawk the Avora's bountiful glass wares. Neive found herself all but deflated as her whimsical dreams dispersed for the harshness of reality.
Then defensiveness kicked in. She wouldn't have been able to survive here anyway. She had little money, no knowledge of the culture and she had no experience living on her own. Perhaps it was best to keep her fanciful mind on the tasks ahead.
Gyrating ever closer to the city molded from the mountains, Neive found herself holding her breath and grasping tighter than ever to the rider in front. As the Wind Eagles banked, Neive felt the force of the wind buffet her from every which way. Her stomach fluttering with the swift movements of the grand beast beneath her, her heart hammering breathlessly in her chest. It was thrilling and slightly intimidating all at the same time. She could see why the Endal’s loved to fly atop their Eagles so much.
Finally coming to land, Neive found herself jittery with the adrenaline coursing through her body. She never felt so alive. Sadly, it was a feeling to be short-lived. Slipping from the Wind Eagle's back, her legs touched ground wobbly beneath her. As Neive finally found sturdy footing, she was instantly set to work, unloading the commodities brought for trade. The Avora and a few of the lead Endals went to greet the welcoming Lhavit party, no doubt to discuss the details of their trade and the welfare of the Wind Eagles while in the city.
Neive gave the enormous bird that had carried her all this way a soft scratch and whispered kind words of gratitude for the exhilarating ride. At least she had the fly back to look forward to. That alone would be all the comfort she would have for saying goodbye to the mystical city her heart already ached for.
As the eagles circled around the peaks of the mountains, gradually descending upon the celestial city, Neive’s watery gaze began to make out a few more details. Gardens aplenty, lush green and startling against the stone works of the buildings and plateaus. Architecture like she had never seen before. The city radiated imagination and artistic flare. Nothing seemed to have been constructed with anything less than the word stunning in mind – and stunned she was.
Although this was Neive’s first venture away from her home of Wind Reach, she couldn't think of there being any other city as enchanting as Lhavit. The instant she laid her eyes upon the city, her heart felt at home, her stomach fluttered. However as she began to realise this, her gut dropped and she felt ill. She couldn't let herself fall in love with a city she was never to see again.
Her cerulean gaze shifted to the Wind Eagle soaring the winds on her left. Behind the Endal rider, sat the Avora Artisan she was accompanying. She was here for only a day and she was only here to help hawk the Avora's bountiful glass wares. Neive found herself all but deflated as her whimsical dreams dispersed for the harshness of reality.
Then defensiveness kicked in. She wouldn't have been able to survive here anyway. She had little money, no knowledge of the culture and she had no experience living on her own. Perhaps it was best to keep her fanciful mind on the tasks ahead.
Gyrating ever closer to the city molded from the mountains, Neive found herself holding her breath and grasping tighter than ever to the rider in front. As the Wind Eagles banked, Neive felt the force of the wind buffet her from every which way. Her stomach fluttering with the swift movements of the grand beast beneath her, her heart hammering breathlessly in her chest. It was thrilling and slightly intimidating all at the same time. She could see why the Endal’s loved to fly atop their Eagles so much.
Finally coming to land, Neive found herself jittery with the adrenaline coursing through her body. She never felt so alive. Sadly, it was a feeling to be short-lived. Slipping from the Wind Eagle's back, her legs touched ground wobbly beneath her. As Neive finally found sturdy footing, she was instantly set to work, unloading the commodities brought for trade. The Avora and a few of the lead Endals went to greet the welcoming Lhavit party, no doubt to discuss the details of their trade and the welfare of the Wind Eagles while in the city.
Neive gave the enormous bird that had carried her all this way a soft scratch and whispered kind words of gratitude for the exhilarating ride. At least she had the fly back to look forward to. That alone would be all the comfort she would have for saying goodbye to the mystical city her heart already ached for.