9 - Wayfaring

True to Finrod’s words when the sun began to rise above the mountains in the East, they were already outside the city walls of Eugoroa. Back in his café, good old Feucher was buried deep with order slips unable to send them off himself.

            The days of their journey were hot and extremely tiring. There was still no path made across the barren land that they had to pass. They had to travel on foot because they had neither horses nor carriage to bring them to their destination. Ellaine figured out that there were still no jeepneys, tricycles, and cars.

            “What people of your world wanted here was antiquity. They loved the olden days and preserved them here.” Margarette said when she asked her why there were no vehicles.

            It was such a very good thing that pixies grow fast. Ynt