9 Fractures

Of Leather & Stain

Havvenchael SouthGate

Halycind approached, for what seemed a full half-day—coming upon droves of travellers and loud children—a great silver-speckeled grey city with very high walls and jagged wood logs on top of its bulwarks. Upon crossing the bridge into the many city gates and being blindly pelted with fresh petals, Halycind turned up a very pained eye to see rope and wire rigs strewn across the tops of the bulwarks like a web of hemp and metal. Upon the bulwarks walked men and women in gleaming blue and grey armours. More armoured men stood at the gates next to the portcullises as children dressed in colourful shade of blue attire fit for the best performers turned cartwheels and flashed sparks in joyful glee to the groups of crowding travellers. She turned her eye scanning them all.