Fall of 514AV, 13th
It wasn’t that Summer didn’t trust the city it was just…she didn’t trust the city. It was too easy to fit in here. There were looks, it would be strange for there not to be, but there wasn’t outright hostility. No one seemed to care about what she was. Summer wanted it to be a good thing but she knew it wouldn’t last. It never did.
The way the city seemed to try so hard to not notice made worms crawl beneath her skin. They pushed and nibbled but could not tear through. It left the half-Zith at odds. Her mind stuck on the precipice of disaster but not quite falling off. She knew, she knew, the other foot would drop and the waiting was driving her mad. The absolute worse part was the small sliver of herself that said it was all in her head and that Alvadas was fine. Summer knew better than to trust that voice.
What she needed was a way to clear head. The best way for her to that, she had decided, was to leave Alvadas. So close to Fall she wouldn’t get anywhere and going back to Syliras was not an option. Summer would have to settle for a walk outside the city in the hopes she might catch herself some dinner.
Summer had loaded her satchel with a full waterskin, dried apples, flint & steel, dagger and her cloak. In her belt pouch were ten slingshot bullets. Tucked into her belt was the slingshot. Determined she had asked for the easiest way out of the city then walked, and walked until she found it.
The gate looked different from the exit. When she turned to face it, the world dully and normal again, she felt like vomited food. The half-Zith curled her lip in distaste at the notion then marched across the open expanse. Every few minutes Summer would turn her head to look behind. It wasn’t that she missed the city, it was so she could keep it in sight. It had been a long time since Summer had to be in the woods on her own (actually, she’d never been on her own) and she’d rather not die in the surrounding landscape.
Speaking of, it was a barren scape. Summer had come in from the docks, unable to truly see the outer parts of the city aside from sea and wall. Now, now she could see. Her eyes took in the browning grass, dying shrubbery in surprise. Compared to the forests of Syliras it was empty. Summer could see sparse trees that sprung from the ground without pattern, though without their all their leaves they looked like sprouts. The rest, she seen, were sharp looking and fuller. The half-Zith had no idea what she would hunt. What could possibly survive in such a land?
Yet, rather than turn around Summer walked forward fearlessly. She’d find something. Rats, mice, squirrels. Meat was meat and if she added some salt to it, it would taste delicious. Summer kept her gaze on the land before her, no longer worried she would lose sight of the city. Each tree she passed, Summer paused, peering up it for something small and ediable and each time she would find nothing.
The way the city seemed to try so hard to not notice made worms crawl beneath her skin. They pushed and nibbled but could not tear through. It left the half-Zith at odds. Her mind stuck on the precipice of disaster but not quite falling off. She knew, she knew, the other foot would drop and the waiting was driving her mad. The absolute worse part was the small sliver of herself that said it was all in her head and that Alvadas was fine. Summer knew better than to trust that voice.
What she needed was a way to clear head. The best way for her to that, she had decided, was to leave Alvadas. So close to Fall she wouldn’t get anywhere and going back to Syliras was not an option. Summer would have to settle for a walk outside the city in the hopes she might catch herself some dinner.
Summer had loaded her satchel with a full waterskin, dried apples, flint & steel, dagger and her cloak. In her belt pouch were ten slingshot bullets. Tucked into her belt was the slingshot. Determined she had asked for the easiest way out of the city then walked, and walked until she found it.
The gate looked different from the exit. When she turned to face it, the world dully and normal again, she felt like vomited food. The half-Zith curled her lip in distaste at the notion then marched across the open expanse. Every few minutes Summer would turn her head to look behind. It wasn’t that she missed the city, it was so she could keep it in sight. It had been a long time since Summer had to be in the woods on her own (actually, she’d never been on her own) and she’d rather not die in the surrounding landscape.
Speaking of, it was a barren scape. Summer had come in from the docks, unable to truly see the outer parts of the city aside from sea and wall. Now, now she could see. Her eyes took in the browning grass, dying shrubbery in surprise. Compared to the forests of Syliras it was empty. Summer could see sparse trees that sprung from the ground without pattern, though without their all their leaves they looked like sprouts. The rest, she seen, were sharp looking and fuller. The half-Zith had no idea what she would hunt. What could possibly survive in such a land?
Yet, rather than turn around Summer walked forward fearlessly. She’d find something. Rats, mice, squirrels. Meat was meat and if she added some salt to it, it would taste delicious. Summer kept her gaze on the land before her, no longer worried she would lose sight of the city. Each tree she passed, Summer paused, peering up it for something small and ediable and each time she would find nothing.
