30th of Summer, 514AV
Fresh off the docks Erial could not recognize the city he may have once lived in. There was nothing to help him find his way, and he had no desire to ask for help from any of the tall people. But he didn't need the city, per se, he needed outside of it. And that was not so hard to find. Even with his stature, Erial could see the mountains beyond the tall structures of the city where his Pyve surely hid. All he need to do was head toward them. Which was easier said than done, buildings and roads could stop him off, and he could not help but enviously gaze at the tall ones and their legs. For every scant few inches he covered it seemed that they covered several feet. Their boots or sandals disappearing before he had even left the docking area. Yet, the Pycon moved onward silently, one eye focused to the sky with the other tilted to focus on the floor. He didn't avoid gazing at how the humans walked. It added solidification to anger. They care nothing for what they had.
It took him two bells to reach what he considered the center of the city. Beside him he vaguely recognized the university. He had once dreamed of attending the place. Now it held little interest. All the same, he sat himself near it, hidden away from unwanted eyes and broke out a piece of clay. Erial had not eaten in several day but ate with all the passion of someone who ate a meal each day. By the time he was finished he was more than ready to start walking again. As he did he was pleased to note the mountains looked touchable now.
In a little over another bell the Pycon had reached the edge of the city. Staring out into the trees he found nothing that struck him as familiar. So rare had his treks to the city been. Rather than stop him, it ignited his curiosity and urged him to go forth into the trees. Erial knew he would not find his Pyve here, he had no landmarks or way to track it down so he altered his plans. Each step took him farther away from everything that distracted him. As he gazed around him he no longer needed to watch out for stray feet. This will be good for practicing voiding.
Erial quickly became absorbed in trekking up the side of the mountain. As far as he got it was more of a hill, and he barely got a few feet up the side before he was done. Rolling to his side, Erial surveyed the area with one eye. His other was busy plucking stray foliage from his clay. If he left it to dry it would never really come out. Finished he closed his eyes to rest, enjoying the shade and smell of dirt under him.
It took him two bells to reach what he considered the center of the city. Beside him he vaguely recognized the university. He had once dreamed of attending the place. Now it held little interest. All the same, he sat himself near it, hidden away from unwanted eyes and broke out a piece of clay. Erial had not eaten in several day but ate with all the passion of someone who ate a meal each day. By the time he was finished he was more than ready to start walking again. As he did he was pleased to note the mountains looked touchable now.
In a little over another bell the Pycon had reached the edge of the city. Staring out into the trees he found nothing that struck him as familiar. So rare had his treks to the city been. Rather than stop him, it ignited his curiosity and urged him to go forth into the trees. Erial knew he would not find his Pyve here, he had no landmarks or way to track it down so he altered his plans. Each step took him farther away from everything that distracted him. As he gazed around him he no longer needed to watch out for stray feet. This will be good for practicing voiding.
Erial quickly became absorbed in trekking up the side of the mountain. As far as he got it was more of a hill, and he barely got a few feet up the side before he was done. Rolling to his side, Erial surveyed the area with one eye. His other was busy plucking stray foliage from his clay. If he left it to dry it would never really come out. Finished he closed his eyes to rest, enjoying the shade and smell of dirt under him.
