80th Day of Spring, evening.
What am I doing here?
It was not the first time that Evora asked that question. In fact, such questions had plagued her her entire journey from Wind Reach to Syliras.
I should be in Wind Reach. I should be home.
But what home? Wind Reach held nothing for her any more. All was gone and lost. All that remained was a misunderstanding people that could not comprehend her grief. Her love.
That is why she had left. Why she would seek out a new life. Perhaps even here in Syliras? Who knew.
She walked forward not really having a destination. She would camp in her tent tonight. But before she would set camp she had to do something. Find something. But what? Was it purpose she sought? Or a sense of belonging? Perhaps it was both.
She surveyed the people that walked by her. There were people of all different races. It seemed to her that this was where the world met. Oddly, though she had left them behind to seek something different, Evora found it disheartening to not see any of her own people in the throngs.
You wouldn't, she thought, You left them in Wind Reach.