Ah, yes, where I have been. The mountain air certainly has done me some good in Goldoa, although staying with them is intimidating for a raven as small as me. Their culture and ways of living is still a mystery to us all. Even to myself, that is.
Which I then fly or rather, pass into Gallia. King Cainehegis was polite enoungh to arrange a stay for me for a few days. The jungle air was rather humid I must admit. Not as dry as the canyons at Kilvas, which I'm used to. After a week or so, it's off to Serenes.
Now, why did I avoid Crimea?
Serenes was still in full bloom, magnificent it is, when restored.
Daein wa sas cold as ever. My wings became iced for at least a day. I needed to walk up the mountains into Gallia again to melt them. Thankfully, no theives attacked a defenceless old raven like me. All this raven had was his walking stick, some food and water. And money.
Where was I? My wings had finally melted. I was able to wander Gallia again. I then left to Pheonicis, my visit kept secret from the proud hawks. They are doing fine, with Ulki and Janaff doing what is needed. I could have sworn to have seen both retainers of Tibarn acting...strange. Fledgelings these days have more energy than they used to back in my day.
Southern Kilvas is rather empty and remote. Villages here and there...I won't go into the details of our country. Political issue currently. Home at last! North Kilvas, Castle Kilvas. The guards have been wondering where I've been. They keep telling me to sort out the Naesalas?
Up until this moment,I have found out about the doubles (Fancy that, there are two Nestlings!), I'm in the library, reminiscing. Oh, I did find Seeker's headband on the coast of Kilvas. He seems to have died, poor fledging.
Off to the Kilvas school I go until later.
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