Teiran did not walk, she prowled. Like a wildcat, like a predator, over the desert sands. There was nothing casual about the rolling of her muscles beneath her fine coat, or the sharpness in her sage green eyes. She had felt this sense of something being wrong before, when Tempus had sent that falcon to the court. Then, she had stayed, watching over the people of Solterra while her sovereign and the rest of the regime had gone off to heed the god’s call.
Now, however, she would not sit still. Not as the sun froze in the sky, no longer following its path across the heavens. Change was coming and the rose hued warrior had no idea how to feel about it. There was a limit to her adaptability, like being thrown into a world she had no experience with and expecting to somehow assimilate without help. There were still some kinks there to be worked out.
The heat did not bother her, the blazing of the sun on her back was almost a comfort in this desert. But she could not sit still while the marrow of her world seemed to be breaking along fault lines, shifting inexplicably, inevitably. So, she moved, stepping past the sandstone walls of the court into the desert and beyond.
It was out there, among the gilded sea of sand, that she saw a figure in the distance. Immediately on alert, Teiran trailed the mysterious stranger, following their prints in the sand. She could not tell who they were, could see no remarkable details from where she was, but she registered their direction was southern facing and her determination only grew stronger. Why would they be headed for the canyon, she wondered. It was not any easy place to traverse through, unless one knew what they were doing.
By the time she arrived there was no sign of whoever it was she had followed, and if she had believed in things like ghosts and spirits perhaps she would have wondered if what she had seen was real at all. Perhaps, except for the large edifice her gaze was now looking upon in as much disbelief as she could muster.
Made of sandstone and towering far above the walls of Elatus, Teiran simply could not fathom how she was looking upon the colosseum at all. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she thought: divine, but she did not linger on those thoughts for long. The gods were not something she gave much of her time to. Steeling herself once again, not sure what she would find once she stepped past the threshold, Teiran entered the structure.
And to say that she was blown away would be an understatement
When she looked up at the imposing walls, the age worn stone, the deep pit in the center of it all, she felt dwarfed. She had never seen anything like it, and she couldn’t understand how something that seemed to have just materialized from thin air could look centuries old. As she stood there, eyes roaming over every stone rough inch, she could not help but wonder how, and why.
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