“White Stone City”

Author’s Note: This is a Take Ten to Write story and has not been proofread for errors. If I feel inspired or if there’s interest in the story, I’ll post a revised, edited, and extended version at a later date. Happy reading!

I truly cannot understand how the Firiqi can stand making everything out of this horrid white stone. The sight penetrates my eyes, imprinting white shapeless blobs into my brain. Everything just blends together in a smear of brightness.

I can’t wait to be able to leave this place, but I must first complete my task. Otherwise, my master will be terribly disappointed in me and I do believe that it will result in yet another month of latrine duty. So, I will push though this city until my job is done.

The streets are bustling. I instantly regret having spent an extra day in Horynth; it caused me to arrive in Firiq on a trading day. Yet another lesson I have learned on this journey.

On the upside, the travelling merchants give my eyes a welcome break from the whiteness of the buildings towering over me. I recognize the traditional blue of the Ajeid, the striped yellow and orange of the Ikkeo, and the intricate multicoloured weaved fabrics of the Eidl.

Amid all this colour, my own dark brown cloak stands out and brings me far more attention than I would’ve liked. I keep my head down, trying my best to ignore the chatter from the travelers and citizens alike.

Final Comments: I really liked writing this one!

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