Summer 2, 513 AV.
A short visit wasn’t enough to discover and take in all the wonders Cyphrus and Riverfall, its majestic city by the sea, had to offer. And so, after two years, Gwin returned to the place she had barely grazed the surface of with a vague desire of seeing and taking with her more than she had before. Closely related to it, although barely conscious, was a sense of deeds left unfinished that clung to her like sticky liquid.
The city was looming at the horizon for bells, creating an illusion of proximity that was almost dream-like. To the Akvatari propelled forward by her butterfly wings, crossing a large surface with no landmarks but grass and the occasional gnarled tree seemed like eternity. Eventually her destination was put into perspective though. A few flaps brought her to the edge of the Blue Vein where she lingered by the ferry dock. Flying over the wall would only attract the attention of guards posted on top, dots of blue and violet against the summer sky. Instead she hovered just above the water while crossing over. That way she arrived through nearly the same way as the regular visitor.
Emerging from observations and musings of beauty, Gwin blinked when addressed by the guard. After a moment the words registered in her mind though, so she accepted the scroll with a nod designed to reveal gratitude and touched it with care. Although made for information, it had its own artistic touch that curled her lips into a smile. Even that was veiled by melancholy though.
With the document, passing the gates was ridiculously easy. With a flap of turquoise, she entered the shadow and read through the laws to refresh an ignorant memory. Then she put it in her satchel. Rather than using the map, she trusted curiosity and instinct to guide her to all the promising spots.