12 Summer, 518 a.v.
Sophia curled her toes into the soft sand she stood upon, tiny grains sticking themselves to her damp feet. Blonde hair floated round her face as she gazed upon the open ocean before her, a large ship just in her peripherals to the right. A small smile curled the corners of her mouth. She could like it here.
Sophia had just arrived at Syka having sailed with a trading ship from Riverfall. It had been nice to be back on the decks of a boat again even if it was only for a short time. She had missed the open seas and the feeling of salty wind whipping through her hair. Pearl had missed it too, she knew. Riverfall had been a wonderful place to spend time, and it was close to the sea, but Sophia had ended up spending more time inland as that was where most of the things one needed happened to be located. Not that she had a problem with being inland as that was where plants were generally found, but she at least liked to be able to hear the sea from where she was staying.
She didn’t know a huge amount about Syka, only that there was a small handful of people living here. Turning to face inland, she swept her gaze across the various buildings – if one could call them that. It appeared that the structures had been built fairly recently and most likely from the trees that Sophia could see around. There weren’t many people about at the moment, although this place appeared to be the main area where they might gather. The captain of the ship she had arrived on was speaking to someone she didn’t recognise but he was the only person she could see that had not come with her.
Hiking her bag onto her shoulder she made her way over to one of the nearer buildings where she thought she might find someone else to point her in the right direction. Pearl, seeing that Sophia was moving off, flew over from the ship and landed near her feet.
Sophia peered up at the buildings.
“Hello? Anyone about?”