by Avon Lomondir on May 26th, 2012, 11:51 pm
Timestamp: Day 86, Spring of 512 A.V.
“Finally…I made it.”
A diminutive smile of triumph formed on the Kelvic’s journey-weary features as he slumped in exhaustion against the rough Cliffside of a wall, burning golden-green eyes never leaving the gate’s massive columns. It was much plainer then he imagined, visualizing Inarta warriors standing protectively at its threshold with the cries of their eagle companion bolstering their courage. There was none of that of course, just a quiet entrance with its daunting size. Perhaps living in the grandeur that was Lhavit had given him to high expectations with his spiraling towers, crystalline architecture, and its magical air. At the mere thought of his home, Avon felt twinge of homesickness ail him, shaking his head to disperse the feeling. Even if it wasn’t his home, he wouldn’t allow such a minor detail to quash his enthusiasm, especially after making such a long and arduous trek through the Sanilac Valley and Road. Come to think of it, weren’t it for his decent ability to survive in the wilderness and his natural adaptability to nature, he would’ve been long dead from either starvation, exhaustion, or preyed upon by some larger animal.
With a quiet sigh bespeaking of his weariness, that smile of his never once leaving his somewhat boyish features, Avon pushed of against the surface he was leaning on, readjusted the strap of his backpack, and begin the final stretches that would finally put him in Wind Reach. He heard of its magnificence and the fiery-haired people that called this place home from a dear Inarta friend of his for when he was very young, remembering the peculiar gleam in those emerald eyes as he spoke of his marvelous home. Ever since then, Avon had waited impatiently for when he would be ready to venture out past Lhavit’s gates by himself, grateful that he earned his father’s blessing. He could remember the painful sadness on the retired warriors face as he bid him goodbye, the pain akin to feeling a burning knife in his heart. Weren’t it for the restlessness in his heart and the need to see Wind Reach himself, Avon would’ve stayed there forever at his father’s side to quell his loneliness.
But the pull to quench his loneliness was strong and insufferable. He had to go.
Humming a soft, upbeat tone with a joyful look on his face, Avon took a step into the darkened hallway, finding it much to his delight as his nostrils twitched with the faint scent of civilization close ahead. Maneuvering the darkness wouldn’t be a problem, he was naturally a nocturnal creature and his eyesight didn’t suffer in places without light. Coming to a slight pause, the Kelvic inclined his head curiously as he took notice of a deep grove around him along with delicate-crafted, massive columns. Shining forlornly in the gentle darkness was a single chain that dangled from an unknown source, looking so appealing that Avon couldn’t help but want to pull it.
And so he did.
As if on cue, a clatter of melodic bells rung in metallic harmony, echoing across the dim hall and sounding delightfully pleasing to Avon’s sensitive ears. He flashed a fanged smile, calling out into the shadows.
“Hello? Is anyone here? If you would be so kind, I would like entrance into your fine city. I’ve heard so much about it that I’ve came to visit it myself.”