Asi’wi had only been off of Aisko once in his fifteen years of life. Even then, the continent of Ayr had been vastly different than that of Serenia. As his father disembarked from the boat, Asi stared out over the land laid out before him, eyes drinking in all the colors of the orderite land. Janatheil was right, it was a sight definitely worth seeing. And one that he could appreciate, even if he did like the snow of Aisko. When his father called his name, Asi’s attention jerked back to himself and he blinked.
Dasan Taos stood, arms crossed, and eyebrows raised as he waited for Asi to join him on solid ground. Asi flushed as he scratched the back of his neck and smiled down at his father. “Sorry!” He quickly made his way off the boat, dodging between other passengers that were making their way to land and was soon standing by his father.
“We’re going to the Valley of Andrah first,” Dasan said as he picked up his luggage and gave his son a pointed stare.
“But I thought we came here to see Janatheil’s family?”
Dasan raised an eyebrow. “Eager to see your friend, hm?” Asi’s father laughed and shook his head. “Not until tomorrow. I want to pay a visit to an old friend today and we’ll likely stay the night at the village.”
Asi’wi huffed at his father’s comment but made no retort. The truth of it was that he
was looking forward to seeing Janatheil again. It had been two years since he’d last seen the older boy and, though he would likely not admit it to Jana, he’d missed the orderite. Asi was resigned to having to wait, though, and followed after his father. They found a couple of hastars they could rent and soon were on their way, making their way through the city and out of its gates. The land beyond Ashen city was even more beautiful. Asi had never seen so much green land before — not even the fields of Ayr had been so green. And mixed into that green were a vast amount of other colors from the flowers that littered the fields.
All too soon, their journey was over and they were pulling their hastars to a stop in front of a rather large farm house. As they dismounted, the door to the house opened and a voice bellowed out Asi’s father’s name and the two adults embraced. Asi’wi vaguely recalled seeing the other man in Targallah before but it was foggy memory and likely one from when he was young. He followed his father into the house to settle down and wait until he could sneak out for some exploring.
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