Credit goes to Nymph
It was evening when she stepped into the quiet shadows of the forest outside of Ne’haer. Once again, she had beaten the rumors and whispers across the ocean. Her target was not the bustling city itself. They had plenty of tourist attractions to draw in the vulnerable, heavy pursed travelers. No, she sought a relatively quiet place to build her final landing. Truth held promise. She traveled along the road to the small village with little except her staff, the furs on her body, and a cloak on her back. The journey was quick for her accelerated speed and she was soon upon the quiet, sleeping town of Treth.
Why she had chosen Treth exactly, no one would ever be sure. Maybe it was for the safety of those within the larger cities. After all, her behemoths would probably feel the need to circle as they glided down to the landing. The gusts of their wings could be damaging to the creatures, buildings, and landscape. Treth was small and inland enough that it would most likely go undamaged. Pulling her hood tighter around her face to prevent onlookers from recognizing her, Moseke quietly slipped through the center of town towards the beach.
Ne’haer was a religious city, and it would have been easy for one of her disciples to notice her trade mark figure if she walked about uncovered. The thump of her staff on the cobblestone was the only noise to mark her coming and going. Soon, that thump dulled as stone turned to dirt and then to sand. Once more, the water was attempting to lap at her toes. Moseke never once allowed the liquid to touch her feet. The wet dirt was enough to quench her thirst for the ocean. As the Immortal of stone and earth, she left the free moving realm of water to Chrien. At least, when she wasn’t raising land masses from it.
She jammed her staff into the sand before slowly raising her arms before her, the cloak pushing backwards off her shoulders as she did so. The stone plateau rose, dripping, from the ocean below. Fish flopped on the top before managed to wiggle their way of the edges. Water ran down the stone steps towards the stone pier that stretched out to Treth. It was about a break or so by boat from the mainland. Enough distance to avoid any significant gusts from the beasts wings. Moseke smiled.
Her mission was just about over. Now it was left to her disciples to bring the beasts.