A wall to rival Earth’s Great Wall of China splintered the countryside. Engravings across the top told a history of Talus. Erin would have liked more time to study them, but the new clothes D’aerul had bought were squeezing the life out of her.
“Stop fidgeting. We’ll never get passed the gates if they think you are ill.”
“I can’t help it if these clothes are two sizes too small,” said Erin.
From beyond the doors came the grinding of metal gears, and then the pounding of footsteps. A small window slid open.
“Names and purpose of visit,” said the guard.
“D’aerul Tuk’lu and Erin Wyeth. We are travelers seeking consultation with the city’s philosopher,” said D’aerul.
“Your honor, I did not r-recognize you.” The window closed. Muffled shouts and dozens of feet clattering back and forth shook the door frame.
“So. Anything you want to tell me?” said Erin.
The immense metal doors rose, revealing a procession of finely dressed escorts. They motioned for them to step into a royal blue litter, lined in gold velvet.
Eight silver scaled attendants carried the antiquated carriage across the city at a surprising speed. Erin did her best to take in the city through the floor to ceiling windows. Choatia reminded her of the grand Victorian cities of Europe. She hoped they would have a chance to explore before their next destination.
The litter pulled up beside a monumental stone building, one fit for a king. Outside the door stood a Talusian similar in stature and color to D’aerul.
“Philosopher Tuk’lu, it’s been much too long,” he said.
© Amanda Makepeace
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