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Falcyra

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Whatever reason that had brought the being forward would not matter to the mists that held the place in its hold. Thick and winding, they would swirl and dampen any who passed through them. A dissuading attempt before the land itself would begin to act.

However.

Those same mists that held the Bystra Basin would part wide enough to permit a single person to venture forward.

Any others attempting to follow would be quickly thrown into disarray by the departure from the trail they had been cutting. The land itself shifting to force them to pass by the heart of the mists. Slowly drenching them the harder they tried to push through the mist rather than follow the course it provides. The earth shifting beneath their feet to create hills to guide their steps. Vines seeming to emerge to further dissuade them from treading forward unless on the path provided.

An unending misdirection until finding themselves further down the rivers bank than intended.

For that singular being however, the sunlight that begins trickling over the horizon paints the surrounding landscape in dark purple tones, and the beginning threads of deep pinks. The greenery of the hillsides still slumbering beneath the blanket of pre-dawn darkness as stone walls up to their waist guide them along worn dirt paths down into the basin in a path that doubles back and down further.

Leading them into the deepest part of the basin and to the waters edge to find a stone path in the easy flowing river.

All worn half smooth, a hands-width from the waters surface leading toward the small island between the two shallow cliffs of the basin. Larger than a persons foot and separated enough to require they make a small leap to arrive at the next. A lantern on the distant shore would begin to burn, beckoning them to traverse the stone path forward. The river below waiting to embrace them in it's cold depths if they should fall from the path.

The water still dark enough still to hide any hint of it's true depth as the lantern shifts before settling in place once more.

Halfway across the partial stone bridge, a form would begin to emerge from within the partial dark. The lantern seeming to gain height as the space behind it shimmered in an iridescent display of purple, green, and blue that shifted from one to the next color as the lantern adjusted itself once more.

Lower now, or perhaps at the beings height.
 
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Ispir had seen many a beautiful sight as he walked the world and wound its winding whimsies. Had experienced many odd people, places, curiosities and many more things besides. But for the life of him what he could not decipher....

Was this dang map!

Turning the thing this way and that, taking a path more akin to a slithering serpent than anything straight or logical as squinted at many a landmark and trudged his way down into the basin. This place seemed to defy his traveling despite the stomach-high walls and dirt paths. Though the peer of the early-morning sun and it's painting panoply of intriguing colors brought a welcome smile to his face even as he waved goodbye to the familiar star-friends above.

Pausing at the small hope from one small island to the next, stone bridge ahead and lantern-light shimmering so coyly, Ispir would adjust his cap, wiggle his hips, and make the very simple jump with ease. At least.... until his shoe slipped on the damp mud and sent him tumbling backwards into the water bottom-first.

An eruption of water so cold he yelped would all but drench him in response to his folly. His shoulders and head resting back on one island, his heels and lower legs on the other, and he would cough as wet earth that had been flung up from his slipping foot rained down all around his now soaked form. Grumbling in a VERY displeased fashion to himself he would huff and slightly wiggle his way back onto the first island, groaning at how soaked his shoes were now, he would elect to crawl across the simple gap and then rest on his knees. Now a very soaked Ispir as he plucked his shoes off and dumped the water out of them, placing them beside himself, only to begin to remove his cloak as the lantern and it's bearer drew closer. Gently glowing aquamarine tattoos faintly visible beneath soaked white clothe.

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