Location: Courtyard of the Sky Timestamp: Early Summer, 510 AV For days she had already been in Wind Reach, but still she hadn’t gotten accustomed to the strange architecture of the place. She seemed to get lost whenever she tried to go on a stroll and admire the landscape. It almost felt as if the place didn’t want her to get too comfortable. Bad thoughts. However, the ethereally beautiful Ethaefal continued wandering the streets since she hadn’t found any other pastime she might have enjoyed doing. The home of the Inarta sure was an amazing place. Built on and in the rocky walls of a volcano the city featured great heights as well as dark depths. There were windy look-outs, terraces and squares graced by Syna’s light for the entire day, and then there were holes and caves reaching deep into the ground, filled with stalagmites and stalactites and hot water and blue light. It wasn’t difficult for Lyra to decide which part of the city she liked more. She hadn’t received any sign or message from her Lady at all … which kind of worried her. But then it was possible that Syna simply tested her faith. Just a few days ago Lyra had been close to Her, had felt Her thoughts and emotions radiating in the divine realm, but now she found herself chained to the ground, not even close to the sun she had once been a part of. As a minion of Syna she had existed in the Ukalas. What was she now? The word Ethaefal wasn’t really an appropriate description since it only described her fall. A mere echo of the past. The present stretched out in front of her like a distant, empty desert she couldn’t comprehend. Although she had been speaking with humans, observing their society and how they treated and grew animals and plants and their connection with nature, she felt nothing. No sense of belonging. During the night she felt more bound to the earth she was walking on, but still her looks, skills and memory separated her from the others. Perhaps she had to move on, find the ones she once lived with – find the Chaktawe. However, a tiny voice inside her suggested that they, too, might have changed. And Lyra hadn’t yet mustered enough self-confidence to willingly confront herself with the changes. This was already enough. So the Ethaefal continued wandering – or rather, climbing – the streets of Wind Reach, drawing admiring glances. She visibly didn’t belong to their world, with the shimmering white horns pointing skyward. She was dressed in clothes that had clearly been given to her by an Inarta woman, but her vibrant golden skin and brown hair with golden highlights capturing the sun seemed too extraordinary to be mortal. Citrine eyes were searching for something, ever searching. And what did they find this time? Several bells after sunrise she came across a large square that bustling with activity. Apparently it served as a meeting and interaction place for the citizenry. Lyra, however, didn’t consider herself part of the crowd. Slowly she walked until reaching the center of the square. Then, just because she felt like it, she raised her arms to the sky. Syna’s touch upon her skin almost felt as if She was hugging her fallen child again. Almost. |