27th of Winter, 510 AV The hedges before him had been intimidating and massive, spanning far and wide across the area within Alvadas that seemed solely dedicated to this hedge maze. The green that most likely would have been bright and enchanting in the sunlight was muted, Syna long gone and Leth high in the sky. The God's gaze was strong and his appearance full, casting enough light upon the maze to show that within it were not only hedges and paths but far off trees. Running water could faintly be heard, but Vizyous wondered if perhaps that was trickery to lure in those thirsty only to trap them in greenery. The Symenestra was no fool-- he had brought his bag with him, which contained most importantly food and a full flask of water. These hedges weren't like any other in Mizahar, they made up a maze within a city that was already a maze. Without a doubt, the illusion and trickery Ionu worked would also be active here. Pack on his shoulder, Vizyous stepped through the entrance nearest to him and gave a quick and silent prayer to Viratas that he would make it out alive. |