"Syliras? How is it?" That wasn't too far, especially when summer came around. Middle of summer especially, when the sun was at its hottest and it was almost impossible to cool down. She'd run down to the edges of the Suvan Sea, the cliffs hard to navigate sometimes. Late night would be spent hoping that Zulrav might bring a cool breeze and passing relief.
The borders of Sylira were nearby then and one could reach the city by land or water. Auldwin could easily get home, if he wanted.
Before she could ask, he answered the question. Akilah wasn't sure if he was a coward or just concerned but she didn't press the question.
"Yes, yes," she replied. He spoke like her grandfather used to, especially toward his last years. Hair thinning, beard grey, he'd talk to her in quiet, sad voice. As though the problems he had were to much to bear, now that the end was near, now that he could see there were no solutions.
Regrets were abundant in the elderly, it seemed. When she got to that age, would she look back too and only see the could-haves and should-haves?
A small bark broke her thoughts and she looked down to see Vespera's ears prick, his nose in the air. Alert, he turned behind her, still sniffing the air as he did. Her strider also sensed it, whatever that presence was, whickering lightly.
Akilah crouched now, her hand on the ground. She couldn't see what they sensed, couldn't hear it either. It was too far or too stealthy. Uneasy, she realized how quiet the meadow was.
"Can you see it?" she asked. Auldwin could float, probably. Or was he subject to the laws of gravity as well? She'd have to ask that, when they had time later.