Fal'Addas. From Alliras, it was quite a distance. At least a 5 weeks gallop, with good weather.
Sparhawk and Myles had been walking for about a week, with no real sign of new destinations. He'd bought many supplies for the journey there: plenty of clean water, bread and picked vegetables, salted meats, food that would hopefully last their long journey. Sparhawk was used to this now, he'd travelled so long with his mentor Jerik, that long treks like these came along with the title 'Sorcerer'. It was the little things that made the journey a pleasure; the cool breeze from the arid climate, coming across from the multitude of trees, loud and echoed rustling sounds caving in from all directions. The grass doing the same, the dew gently falling off of the blades onto the soft ground.
He especially loved the birds. They perfectly represented freedom, and all the liberties that came along with it. Even with his magical prestige, he could not fly. A skill he desired greatly, the ultimate symbol of liberation and freedom in all the land.
They hadn't had a break in all this time though, and Sparhawk thought it ample time to take a good break, and perhaps teach a lesson to his student. Funny that word. In all his time Sparhawk had always knew that almost every well-respected Wizard and Warlock has had at least one apprentice, if not many more. But he didn't realise what came along with it, the responsibility, and the immense pressure of knowing you'll be the guide to someone who could potentially raise the foundations of a building to the ground.
"Let's sit for a while" He sighed, and dropped the burden of Luggage from his back.
He fell to the soft, grassy floor, and leant his back on a large rock, resting his tired legs. He brought a draught from his bag, and offered it to Myles.
"Drink, you'll feel better." It was a fortified wine he'd bought from a trader in Allirias. He didn't consider himself a drinker, but no one could deny the 'exquisite vintage' (as the brewer stated) of the wine. A guilty pleasure of his.