71st of Summer, 514 AV
Suresslynn smiled as she rode out of the city and into the mountains beyond. Her leg had mostly recovered from the scrape with the flying lizard thing the previous day, though it was still somewhat tender to touch. Running her hand down the side of her horses neck, Suresslynn looked up at the woods and decided to avoid them for the day, instead turning south to the Syliran fields, where the Mithryn Outpost was. Spurring her horse into a gallop, the Dhani let out a laugh as the Ekytolian bred horse shot off across the plains. She figured that she wasn't likely to run into any desert terrain this far north, where everything was colder and seemingly wetter, but she felt it couldn't hurt to keep her horse. After all, the desert-bred beast had seen as much of the world as she had, and it would be ill-done of her to sell off such a constant companion. Though she still had to think of a name for the bloody thing.
The fields south of Syliras were largely flat, or at least they were where she was riding, and as she wasn't in a particular hurry to get to any form of civilization, the Dhani stayed well off the roads and away from anything that even looked remotely like something she might have to talk too. Instead, Suresslynn stayed in the fields, wandering aimlessly with no place to really be and plenty of time to get there. She even occasionally turned her horse completely around a few times and rode back over ground she'd already covered. The day was pleasantly warm to her she had no problem spending the whole day just riding in the fields to the south of the city, free of the constant stream of watching eyes she had felt like she was drowning in within Syliras's walls.