Faradae had only slept for a few hours when she woke to shouting. As she rose, the planks underneath swayed with the typical rhythm of the Suvan sea that she'd grown accustomed to those past few days. Some other travelers had not fared that well, nausea had claimed them as soon as they boarded the vessel and still had them leaning far over the railing to relieve themselves every other bell. Faradae counted herself among the lucky who had the sea in her blood. Her father be proud when she'd write him. She approached the crowd that had gathered at the prow, mostly travellers that had boarded the ship in Syliras just as she had. Upon peaking through the gap between two taller men, she saw land. The sailors seemed rather unconcerned, if not a little more busy than usual, preparing to land their ship safely in the Patchwork Port. From what Faradae could tell, the pier did not look too extravagant. When they docked, Faradae just followed the masses that were strolling up the main road, mainly merchants who did not make this journey for the first time. She trusted they knew where they were heading. "...tell me, stranger, why are you here?", the words drifted over as she neared the wall encompassing the actual city. The group she had been following statet their business and the wall...opened up in front of them, like a giant maw. Which, in fact, it turned out to be. Faradae wasn't too fazed. She'd heard less believable tales about Alvadas. She did not need to think for long when her turn came. In fact, she doubted that the gate denied anyone entrance if their motives weren't openly hostile. "I'm looking to experience the greatest miracles our world has to offer, and visit every known city," she simply told the maw, guessing that the gate had heard this specific explanation a few hundred times before. Still, she felt a hint of relief when the maw opened for her, but it was tiny compared to her excitement: She had come to the city of illusion! |