“Lorn, the wise women will not arrive. I won't seek to join them.”
So strong was her destiny, she knew this would never happen.
“I will just have to make the best of the time that we do have.” He was not listening. Zya ignored his moping and watched the scenery unfold. This was a side of the city that Zya would never have known about, and the closeness of the community only served to remind her that she should never judge a book by its cover, or indeed a city by its inhabitants. From the tales she had been told about the history of the city, it seemed that Bay's Point was still in some ways a decoy. The rough and tumble surface hid well the thriving community beneath. Eventually they reached an office that had been built near the centre, a 'throne-room' of wood and tar, where the Lords o
