| Spring 4, 512 AV As Luna walked along the dusty path, she noticed it was a full moon. The moon stood above her in a white ball. She took the time to look around the rest of her surroundings, and see where the heck she was. Over on her left was the forest in which her camp was located. She was standing on a dirt road that led to the wilderness. On her right stood open fields, and then the massive walls of Zeltiva. She took to the sky with a couple beats of her wings. Soon she was soaring over Sylira, heading west along the path that hopefully led to the village. She tried to remain out of sight, but resumed flying high above the path eyes on the lookout for anybody that was unlucky enough to be traveling on this path. Her goal was to look for slaves, and so far, she had no luck. |