Location: Everstone Forrest, Wildcat Mountain 30th day of spring 511AV She had faithfully kept to the main roads in her travels, riding at a measured pace so as not to strain her well loaded gilding horse. Extra time and effort had been placed in packing her things so that her gear didn't clatter, rattle or produce any unwarranted sound that would draw added attention. Even if the rolling hills of Sylira were relatively tame in comparison to the lands beyond, Sura considered it unwise for a lone traveler to tempt fate with meandering exploration or bold advertisement their presence to any creature within earshot. Despite her best efforts to remain inconspicuous and on course, caution finally yielded to curiosity. A small detour to Everstone wouldn't delay her but a few days, and the pull of a sprawling landmark of rock proved to be too great for the novice mason. It was early morning and she feared herself lost in the cool mist clinging to the ground. Daylight was still sparse and the world blue and colorless in the absence of the full sun. Every unidentified snap of a twig or rustle of leaves took the form of wild beasts or slavers in her edgy imagination, leaving her constantly at the ready. Just when resignation to turn around and take the same route traveled back had all but settled in,the welcomed silhouette of a towering landmark came into view. She alleviated her horse of her light weight to scale the hill atop which it rested, walking alongside the animal instead with reigns in hand. As she drew nearer, the cat like shape of the boulder became increasingly clear. Once she reached the feline formed rock, she drew her small webbed hand across its cool surface, fingers dipping into the shallow markings which may have hinted at a time long past when beings tried to shape it in some way. From what she could discern, however, the distinctive formation of the boulder had been carved out by nature itself and any semblance it bore to an animal was entirely by coincidental design. Sura's attention has been so exclusively fixated on the boulder, that the the vast network of spires constituting the Everstone Forrest was entirely lost on her. As the sun breached the horizon, flooding the landscape with yellow light and pressing back the lingering fog, Sura finally came to stare in awe at the conglomeration of limestone spires. The small, pale konti was crested in the same golden light and remained just as still as the sprawling columns of stone. |