by Botaran on August 21st, 2014, 2:27 am
All the stories of this lands beauty were true, and to Botaran, a few were even downplayed. Sure,the painfully bitter winds and blinding snow were a negative on the whole experience, but only a slight one. Even better than the sights however, were the people. The stories and tales that the locals seemed eager to share truly made this city great.
Now, he found himself mindlessly wandering the streets, towing his horse behind him by the reins while mulling over the story that the overly friendly old sales man told him, and whether or not any of it was true. After coming to the conclusion that the old man had no reason to lie to him, and that his story was likely true, Botaran promptly kicked over someones bag while passing under a tree. He quickly looked around for someone to apologize to. Finding no one, he instead found a set of folded clothes under the tree. Before he could find out anything about the clothes, past it being another mans, a gust of wind knocked a small pile of snow onto his head, making him glance up.
Botaran was abut to return his attention to the collection of gear at his feet, before a yellow glimmer from the tree caught his attention. Backing up a few paces revealed a large, bright white owl, with massive, bright yellow eyes. If not for its eyes, the bird would have been completely hidden, and the sight of it was a little strange to him, making him laugh loudly.
"Well, aren't you a pretty thing? I wonder what an owl is doing in such a cold place?" He didn't expect a response, so he spoke in his native tongue of Isurian.