14th of Winter 517,
A few bells before dawn
Finally she had found it. After days and nights of trekking through the dense and wild Falyndar jungles, she had arrived to her destination.
Ixtli couldn't see the ocean yet but the sound of waves softly crashing against the shore and the sharp smell of salty water told her she had reached the shore. Exhausted but jubilant, the Myrian paused her bells-long trek to lean against the nearest trunk, rest her weary body and breathe in the moment. It had been weeks since she'd left the familiar walls of Taloba to set out on this journey. She recalled with emotion the first time she had heard of Syka from that Zeltivan explorer at the Temple, and with gratitude the decision of her sister to rally a small group to accompany her for the longest part of the journey. Now that her travel was over, she would have to approach the Syka's founders and hope to be accepted before settling into her new life.
But first, sleep. The Myrian lifted her eyes to the canopy; through the highest boughs glowed a faint silvery light as Leth reigned over the night sky. Ixtli took the final steps, emerging at the edge of the jungle onto the beach. Starlight danced on the rolling waves like countless fireflies and the air was fresh and crisp with the promises of a new life. She sighed, appreciative of the view, and breathed in fully the salty breeze brought by the sea. Weary from her journey, she dropped her backpack at the feet of a nearby tree and pulled out her hammock before hanging it between two others, and a few moments later she laid down and fell deeply asleep, too tired to consider setting up a proper camp or even getting a blanket; the warmth of the tropics rarely called for its use anyway, and she felt at home underneath the shelter of the palms. In her well-deserved slumber, if one were to look carefully, they could have caught the faint shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her peaceful expression lit by the soft moonlight.
Some bells later, mid-morning
Syna's rays rained onto the earth below, and in her hammock Ixtli stirred under her warm embrace. The Myrian blinked and opened her eyes slowly, waking up and taking in the surroundings. The place was much more strikingly beautiful than she had imagined. The pristine blue waters caressed the shore lazily, kissing the white, soft sand of the beach under the push of a gentle breeze. Behind her the jungle was alive with bird songs and the screeching of small critters, and the wind blew lush, tropical scents from the forest's blooms.
Ixtli stretched and jumped to her feet, well-rested and light-hearted, ready to seize the opportunities Syka had to offer. She quickly packed her hammock into her bag and after tightening the locks in her braid started making her way along the waterside, her bare toes enjoying the refreshing touch of the sea.
A dozen chimes into her stroll, she started to feel more heavily the power of Syna's rays, unhindered by the canopy she was so used to see hanging overhead. She began to sweat and seeked shelter by the jungle edge, where sparse trees offered welcome shade. Down the way she was going a cluster of wooden houses could be seen, all of them built some height from the ground and close to the beach. In the distance, she noticed a brown-haired, bare-chested man working on the nearest one, seemingly repairing a roof. Ixtli heart beat slightly faster; he was the first person she had seen since her sisters had returned to Taloba and left her to continue her journey through Falyndar alone, about five or six days ago. Taking a deep breath in, she stepped closer.
A few bells before dawn
Finally she had found it. After days and nights of trekking through the dense and wild Falyndar jungles, she had arrived to her destination.
Ixtli couldn't see the ocean yet but the sound of waves softly crashing against the shore and the sharp smell of salty water told her she had reached the shore. Exhausted but jubilant, the Myrian paused her bells-long trek to lean against the nearest trunk, rest her weary body and breathe in the moment. It had been weeks since she'd left the familiar walls of Taloba to set out on this journey. She recalled with emotion the first time she had heard of Syka from that Zeltivan explorer at the Temple, and with gratitude the decision of her sister to rally a small group to accompany her for the longest part of the journey. Now that her travel was over, she would have to approach the Syka's founders and hope to be accepted before settling into her new life.
But first, sleep. The Myrian lifted her eyes to the canopy; through the highest boughs glowed a faint silvery light as Leth reigned over the night sky. Ixtli took the final steps, emerging at the edge of the jungle onto the beach. Starlight danced on the rolling waves like countless fireflies and the air was fresh and crisp with the promises of a new life. She sighed, appreciative of the view, and breathed in fully the salty breeze brought by the sea. Weary from her journey, she dropped her backpack at the feet of a nearby tree and pulled out her hammock before hanging it between two others, and a few moments later she laid down and fell deeply asleep, too tired to consider setting up a proper camp or even getting a blanket; the warmth of the tropics rarely called for its use anyway, and she felt at home underneath the shelter of the palms. In her well-deserved slumber, if one were to look carefully, they could have caught the faint shadow of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, her peaceful expression lit by the soft moonlight.
Some bells later, mid-morning
Syna's rays rained onto the earth below, and in her hammock Ixtli stirred under her warm embrace. The Myrian blinked and opened her eyes slowly, waking up and taking in the surroundings. The place was much more strikingly beautiful than she had imagined. The pristine blue waters caressed the shore lazily, kissing the white, soft sand of the beach under the push of a gentle breeze. Behind her the jungle was alive with bird songs and the screeching of small critters, and the wind blew lush, tropical scents from the forest's blooms.
Ixtli stretched and jumped to her feet, well-rested and light-hearted, ready to seize the opportunities Syka had to offer. She quickly packed her hammock into her bag and after tightening the locks in her braid started making her way along the waterside, her bare toes enjoying the refreshing touch of the sea.
A dozen chimes into her stroll, she started to feel more heavily the power of Syna's rays, unhindered by the canopy she was so used to see hanging overhead. She began to sweat and seeked shelter by the jungle edge, where sparse trees offered welcome shade. Down the way she was going a cluster of wooden houses could be seen, all of them built some height from the ground and close to the beach. In the distance, she noticed a brown-haired, bare-chested man working on the nearest one, seemingly repairing a roof. Ixtli heart beat slightly faster; he was the first person she had seen since her sisters had returned to Taloba and left her to continue her journey through Falyndar alone, about five or six days ago. Taking a deep breath in, she stepped closer.
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