Aeshion glanced over her shoulder for the last time as a bend took the grand view of Hydlaa out of her sight. It had felt almost like home for a while, but never quite. She had hoped it could be a new life for her. She had hoped she could find the wondrous flowers she had always read flourished on the first level, and start the flower shop she always dreamed of. She had even hoped she could find a man that would be able to overlook her handicap enough to call her wife. But all three hopes had failed in the end. She found no new life. She found no flowers in the cursed hills. And worst of all, no man looked at her twice after they learned she had no voice. The one man she had taken a liking to never looked her way in the way she wished, and now he was getting married to someone else in a week. For once in her life, Aeshion wished she had a voice, just so she could cry into the wind. But it was never to be. It was time to go home.
With a silent sigh, Aeshion looked around at the others on the road with her. She recognized several of them from the city. Grunn of the City Guard walked next to a scarred Kran she did not know, though oddly, Grunn was not wearing his blue badge or carrying his logbook on its chain. His eyes seemed locked on the path ahead in determination. The older Kran at his side had an almost identical expression.
Then she saw the scrawny menki who was rarely seen this side of the bar in Kada'El's Tavern. Hyuken had always been able to lift her spirits with one of his silly stories, or with his blundering when any pretty woman would smile at him. Right now, he appeared to be turning a map round and round in his hands as if trying to figure out which way was up, then glancing this way and that at the landscape. He even walked backward for a time, though stopped after he tripped for the fifth time. Aeshion hoped he could figure out his bearings before there was more than one road to choose from.
Two more men walked side by side, though did not seem to know one another. One was a middle aged Ylian that would not stand out in a crowd of three, while the other was an older Diaboli who you could not miss in a crowd of a thousand. The Diaboli practically glowed with dignity and self assurance. His grayed hair was pulled back tight to his head and tied in the back with a neat braid. His deep black skin had become dulled in his age, but was still as smooth as the day he was born, just as it was with all their kind. If he was half his age, then Aeshion may have wished to talked to him... that is if she could talk.
Once again she found herself wanting a voice, but this time to swear up a storm. The irony did not escape her, as she knew full well that if she had a voice, she would not want to have it so could curse the lack. She could have almost felt bad for herself if it wasn't for the last man she kept peeking at out of the corner of her eye. This man she knew all too well, or at least of him. Jagk Crawn, the twisted Klyros with a twisted heart. His horrid features and scarred right side repulsed her, though not because it made him so ugly. It repulsed her because she knew that the man was even more horrid on the inside. The man had almost caused her death once, and was part of why she was leaving. She wished he was walking, rather than in his small cart, so that she could outpace him. She could almost feel his one good eye turn her way once in a while. To shake it off, she looked at her last traveling companions.
That made her smile, as it was none other than the Ynnwn girl called Tria, who had helped keep her alive at the hands of... that man. Tria seemed excited as her pack beast lumbered along between her and her Dermorian mother. Aeshion could see where the girl got her tallness from, though she was still all knees and elbows at her age. At least there were a few friends on this journey.
Aeshion looked over her shoulder again, but the city was gone, even though she could still picture it in her mind. Almost home. Closing her eyes to hold in the tears that suddenly tried to form, she turned her head back forward and promised herself to never look back again. Besides, it was still a long and dangerous road to the Lifts. And that was the first step back to her true home.