Khaeris Dawndancer

All the Parts

The Sethrak ruins were stark to her, but she liked the stone and all the statues. History she'd never known before the past year came into focus and she let it reflect into her. The lines were hard but the colors soft. The roots of the place felt old, even when she compared it to the ancient societies of elves. It wasn't clear: were the Sethrak as old as the trolls?

She made her way to the top of the temple and snapped a few more pictures. She was sending less of them, and getting less in return. She'd bought a few baubles, but mostly kept her coin for necessities. She knew she should think about going back soon. But she wanted to see Nazmir, too. Maybe tomorrow she'd start to head east.

The whole continent was magical. The great seals. The inhuman monsters that had come out of Uldir. The loa and their followers. There was still so much to see and do. There was, supposedly, an island of riches beyond imagination off the coast here, but a host of cursed and undead pirates protecting it. There were stories to hear over Tortollan meals. There was a tiger's temple and too many spiders. A garden with irrigation to help the desert bloom.

There was a lot of world to see, and she wanted to see all the parts she could.