Fall 27th, 511 AV Eorar was in the in-between. He wasn't inside Zeltiva, but neither was he quite outside of it. He was strolling along the base of the mountains, able to hear and smell the great city but not see it. At least, not the living part. The place he was in had once been part of the city, but some long-forgotten fire had leveled most of the buildings, stray poles and walls and corners reminding the world that they were still there. The past few days had been exhausting, but also illuminating. He was starting to get a good feel for Zeltiva, and though it had its flaws, nothing was perfect. He was, in all honesty, starting to grow fond of the place, and knew that once he settled down it wouldn't be as hard assimilating as he'd imagined. His horizons had expanded radically in a short period of time, and the world suddenly seemed so much bigger. Sighing, Eorar sat on a large stone that might have once been a brick, worn smooth and comfortable by years of enduring. He closed his eyes, and if his face had been capable, would have been smiling. |