Location [Entrance] The Rolling Waves

[Sybel]

47th Day of Winter, 512 AV

The slow, plodding pace of the caravan had worn Sybel’s patience into nothing. It had been that or sea travel, so she’d picked the lesser of the two evils. Along the way she’d instructed her newfound friend here and there, bestowing trifles of her experience. It’d afforded a valuable lesson on the finer points of teaching. Eleret had received them well nonetheless and with the thought, she shot a glance at the woman and her pony who were bundled against the cold. She couldn’t say she blamed them. Sybel drew her cloak in so tightly it might have been her second skin. She rejected the probing fingers of frigid air with a frown.

Due to the narrow corridor of Mirahil Pass, their pace was somewhere between a walk and a crawl. The wagons creaked with each turn of their wheels, the din of conversations flowing around her. There was really nothing to break the monotony save her thoughts, which were less than pleasant. Sybel was used to the dry heat of the desert. It had been years since her last trip to Yahebah, but nuture and nature agreed; Sybel did not like the moisture and she did not like the cold. They’d made excellent time considering their late start. Still, there were a few unpleasant experiences along the way. There was nothing like drunken song keeping you awake, night after night. She had saddlesores and worse, she smelled like an alehouse. These things wouldn’t normally bother her, but the slow pace concerning their admittance had set her over the edge.

When the brunt of the wagons made their way through the rocky ravine, Sybel finally followed suit. Her calves itched to dig in and rocket toward the city proper but one glance at her friend dispelled that thought. Eleret would hurt herself or someone else if she tried to follow, and if not… Well it was just rude. It was a wholly irritating revelation. Sybel had been independent for so long that it became difficult to cater to anyone else’s needs. She derived pleasure from being helpful, but that only went so far. It wasn’t poor Eleret’s fault – there really hadn’t been any helping it. It was just the short tempered Benshira’s fault. She’d shoulder the responsibility exclusively.

The port city sat, a mass of structures attached to the sea. The place was incredible in scope though from the hills it looked like nothing more than a child’s plaything. Descent brought along reality, as the spidery docks were obscured by the high walls. Eplah whickered, eager to be at rest. The path was weather-beaten from horse’s hooves and wagon wheels. It seemed there was little variation when it came to travel in Mizahar. Perhaps with the Watchtowers there once was, but there was little fun to be had in that. Convenience aside, instantaneous travel was overrated.

They were in the city before long, safely out of the wilderness. The thought was incredibly heartening. Sybel grinned up at the dim, overcast sky. They had an altogether new adventure ahead of them.

[Eleret]

Winter 47, 512 AV Eleret held Skye back as the small caravan preceded them through the narrow pass, the little mare idly nosing at the sparse grass around her feet. Riding had become less foreign as their trip went on, but she would still be beyond grateful for a time of rest in the city -- not to mention a proper bath and bed. Even her new clothes were aged beyond their rightful days from the wear of travel. Skye looked up as yet another wagon rolled past, and as she followed the horse's gaze, Eleret caught a glance from Sybel as well. She looked over to see her friend start off for the pass, and signaled for her horse to follow. The sight of the city proper brought back memories Eleret had half-forgotten, eliciting a smile from the Konti in spite of her aches and weariness. And once she was through the pass, the Konti was certain she could smell the sea, albeit only faintly over the more immediate aromas of travelers and horses. It could even have been wishful thinking, but she chose to believe not. Picking up on her rider's excitement, Skye picked up her pace to come up alongside of Eplah, Eleret grinning over at Sybel as she saw the Benshira woman do the same -- if for entirely different reasons. High on her agenda was a trip down to the shore -- and to the fish market.

[Nai'a]

Winter 12th 512AV

Nai'a left the wild lands passing the Pyve of Zeltyne on the other side of Mirahil pass, as she traveled further down the pass, it became more narrow. Nai'a could not help the pounding of her heart, feeling trapped on all sides of the little narrow pass as she walked the length of it towards the bustling city of Zeltiva.

She had been walking on for a few days now, she would of been lonely had it not been for a little traveling companion. A small monkey, Meka, perched on her shoulder, standing only 1 foot in height, weighing 15 pounds. She bought him off this strange man, that was leaving Zeltiva. She assumed he was a merchant, traveling somewhere to get wares or to sell it. Either way she could not resist the little monkey, he had intelligent eyes and was strangely protective of her, he wasn't brave by no means though, if there was a loud noisy he went down the front of her shirt hiding there. Nai'a stroked the monkey's chest with her finger, comforting him.

Nai'a left the wild lands, in hopes to use her healing skills for the better. She felt like she wasn't doing right by Rak'keli by staying in a desolate place, when she could be in a populated place healing those that need her help. She hoped to gain more knowledge about medicine and herbalism while she was in the city also, she heard they had a university there, but she did not know what type of classes they offered, if they would even offer them to a Kelvic like herself.

Nai'a sighed as she walked up a steep hill, pulling her hood down over her face as the snow drifted silently out of the air. When she made it to the top of the hill, she saw the city laid out before her. The city had not gates, giving a welcomed feel to it already. She saw people coming and going as they pleased, which made Nai'a smile. She liked the fact that she would not feel trapped in the Zeltiva. She walked briskly towards the mouth of the city with renewed confidence and a bright smile on her face. She kept her hood down low to hide her pink hair, better to not be judged on her first day.

Zeltiva walked pass the gateless entrance and into a bustling city, she was ready to explore. Meka squeaked on her shoulder excitedly. He too obviously was ready to see what all this city had to offer them.

[Thohorn Riverbed]

5th of Winter, 512 AV
Always with such vigor…

Somehow, someway, it always seemed as if Red had even more energy than he. While Thohorn might have held back and allowed himself to much more casually approach the harbor town of Zeltiva—a destination chosen for reasons none of them were sure of—Red charged in with a much greater energy. He searched for something, longed for something, while Thohorn did not. More and more he found himself wondering just what it was that his travels were chasing. Of course this was not the melancholy sort of lost that so many poets and songsmiths drooled over. It was an answer whose absence caused him no great pain but whose arrival would bring him great strength. He longed to know, even if he knew the answer was right there to be seen.

If there was truly nothing left to chase he would be back home, after all.

This was instead a matter of simply allowing himself to see just what it is he wanted. So as his leather boots crushed small stones beneath as they approached the town, steeping in the very same prints left behind by Red, he wondered if Zeltiva would illuminate for him that which was too close to see clearly. Perhaps this town would have the name that Red so sought? Perhaps this town would be home to the greatest adventure that any of them had yet faced?

Perhaps this town would tell him what he should already know?

[Faline]

Timestamp: 40th of Winter, 512 AV
Her eyes lit up as she took the final steps that led her to the top of the pass. Faline stood sturdy at the top of the path, relishing in the sight before her. The city of Zeltiva lay out below her, from the bottom of the path she stood on to the white foam of the waves breaking against the dock. Her paws gripped the well trodden path, claws dipping into footprints, and arched her back underneath the loose leather strap of her pack, enjoying the start of a new adventure.

She continued down the path, not breaking stride as she shed her animal form and slipped into her human one. Faline journeyed down the path a small ways, nude, before stepping off briefly to change into her set of clothing. She shrugged into her white button up and shimmied on her brown trousers before readjusting her pack to sit on her shoulders. She pulled on her boots as she continued to walk, approaching the end of the path.

She ran a hand through her waves of thick hair, pushing it off of her face as she surveyed the scene before her. Interestingly enough the outskirts of the city were somewhat abandoned. Hearing words of funerals and memorials, she made her way to what seemed to be the center of the city to see what all of the fuss was about.

http://www.mizahar.com/forums/topic29362.html
(entering thread)

[Outcast]

39th of Winter 512 A.V.

The air was fridgid and cold and the road seemed to go on for ever. Outcast's clay hooves seemed to be growing heavier as he plodded along the road, now and then having to dodge some traveler or caravan who didn't see him. Still the tiny Pycon reminded himself that all these people must be going somewhere and going somewhere was better than wandering aimlessly. He liked wandering aimlessly though, you saw things when you wandered around. Like trees, really big trees. How did people ever cut them down? The 3'' Pycon looked up at the nearest tree as he sauntered past it. The things where HUGE. He'd have to get an axe of course, there was no way he wasn't going to try and cut one down when he got the chance.

His thoughts were interupted by yet another group of travelers almost crushing him underfoot. Darting to the side and out of the way he cursed his own inattention. Calmly he waited for them to pass before again walking back into the very center of the road and continuing on his way. He stopped dead almost immediately. Before him sat the Mirahil pass and beyond it the city of Zeltiva an exciting mixture of new sights, sounds and things unknown to him. He launched himself into a straight run his earlier tiriedness evapourating. "Maybe I can steal an axe here! A really big one!" he yelled aloud with childlike excitement as he dashed into the city.

[Dutch Forte]

OOC:My entry into Zeltiva will be covered in Running

[Leas]

15th Day of Winter, 512 AV The winter waters of Mathews Bay swirled overhead, churned by the tide and ships bobbing across the clear suface. Leas propelled herself along at a leisurely pace, cutting the water like a knife with her streamlined body. A small school of silver fish darted across her path then back into the depths of the dark bay, drawing her attention downward. She couldn't see the sea floor in this area with everything cast in shadow from the boats and docks. It looked like the mouth of a giant beast, open and ready to consume her. That thought didn't do well for her vivid imagination. With a twist of her hips and flick of her tail she changed direction toward the surface where the sky above looked distorted by a the ever constant motion of the bay. When she broke through into fresh air a cacophony of sounds suddenly exploded into life. Men and women shouting to one another, laughing and going about their work. Boots tromped on the wooden decks of ships and across gangplanks. A bell tolled somewhere off in the city and a child started crying. Leas pushed the soaked mop of hair from her face and paddled closer to the shore, eyes hungrily taking in the sites of Zeltiva. The city was laid out in front of her like the page of a wonderful book; bright and new with much to discover. A pair of men in a rowboat just a few lengths away called out to her in surprise. They hadn't been expecting what looked like a normal woman to be swimming in the icy sea water. "Did you fall overboard miss? Are you alright? Wait right there and we'll throw you a line!" Leas smiled and gave a few powerful kicks with her tail, closing the distance between herself and the natives. The shock on their faces was all too apparently. "I'm fine, thank you. You can go on about your work," she assured them. They exchanged uncertain and very confused looks for more than a few moments. She pulled herself backwards through the water with her arms until she was more of less flat on her back, then lifted her tail up and out of the water. A good enough explanation if any. The last glance she caught of the men's faces made it clear they'd never seen a woman with a tail before. Leas submerged herself back into the bay's cold depths, though the temperature didn't bother her. It took only a few more chimes to get to the shore with the relaxed pace she'd been moving. Now it was time to see what this city had to offer.

[Xavior Silhouette]

Winter 20th 512AV It had been long winters nights as Xavior had fled to the forest around Zeltiva after the initial confrontation during the day. His arms and chest still wrapped in rough fabric used as bandages to keep the bleeding from occurring yet again. The rough greeting to Zeltiva had left a truly bitter taste in his mouth, but he did not hold any grudges to the men that had fired arrows and swung sword at him. His bitterness came from a potential misunderstanding, Wrenmae had talked of the city and his intentions with it. However, he never mentioned the way they treated zith's. He would of surely been killed if it wasn't for the fact he was only faced by some of the Zeltiva's guards. "The first arrow flew true, the burn in my arm still burns today. I didn't know I bled green, it only reminded me of the differences I share to the creatures of the world." Xavior spoke as he walked through the pass toward the city once more. His body was tall, statuesque, different than others. The horns on the top of his head were a deep violet color the tips of each branch like extension were colored that of gold. Like an alien landscape, his hair was white as snow, snow that covered the roots of purple trees with gold flowers. "I'm finally able to walk, I must be stupid. I should of left while I had the chance. Yet here I am during the night like a ghost as it haunts the paths of Zeltiva. Walking to a death trap on the simple urge to confront a comrade." Xavior continued to speak as he moved further into the city wary of the woods. "Leth, guide and conceal me as I attempt the foolish. A wolf in sheep's clothing."

[Meribreen]

Winter 37th, 512AV

Looking out from the side of the boat, Meribreen rocks back and forth in sync with the waves that rock the boat. The silver bells on each end of his ribbons jingle to the swaying. The sound of the crashing waves, along the the bell's ringing is like a symphony to his ears. He pushes away from the side of the boat, walking to the other side.
"Can't wait to get there, Can't wait to get there" he sings, out of key.
He begins to see an Island in the distance. A smile grows on his face as he watches the island grow. The rocking of the boat continues, as it gets closer and closer.

Upon arriving to Zeltiva, Meribreen jumps off the boat, jingling the way down. He tries to fight the after feeling of the ocean's rolling. He begins to walk to the main city, stumbling along the way.

"Here I come!" He shouts out, as if he was trying to make the whole world hear him.