6th Day of Spring, 511 AV Ixal was in terrible shape as he wandered through the grasslands toward the great city of Riverfall, a rather large, peculiar red wolfish dog in his arms. He was grateful that the city housed The Sanctuary. The people there were notorious for healing, as well as their horsemanship. There he might find a replacement - he cringed at the thought - for Fei. He doubted whoever had ravaged his camp would have brought her to the nearest city. More likely they ran off like cowards. He sighed with relief when the city gates were in sight, pausing quickly to set the dog down. She whimpered; her right shoulder was badly wounded, a gash running down to her back. It bled through the tunic he'd tied around her to help stop the blood loss. "Fear not, Aurora," he murmured gently to her, sitting down and rubbing her ears gently. "We will find you a healer soon. I couldn't bear to lose you, too." Once his arms were rested, he again gently lifted the dog up and proceeded to the gate. It was quite farther away than he'd anticipated; once he got there, he surveyed the huge, towering walls in awe. It almost made him forget about his plight. Continuing on to the guards, he nodded to them, exhausted. "Thank you, sir. Might you point me in the direction of The Sanctuary?" The guard nodded and pointed through the gates and down the street. Ixal nodded his thanks again and continued on through the gates. |