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[rowan_narrators]

Midday on Monday, the remaining worldwalkers in Dangerfield are mounted up on horseback, and brought to Landing; there, Monday afternoon, they board a ship of the line, all decked out for the royal family, and sail across the lake to the biggest and most populous city the worldwalkers have seen so far

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[cassie_of_troy]

Cassandra stood by the window for a long time, staring out at the city. It was breathtaking. It was surpassingly beautiful. It was home. Well, not her real home, certainly. Home was a concept more associated with feelings than with sights. Nevertheless, it was so much like Troy that she was astonished. Maybe a little sad too. But Cassandra decided, for once, to just allow herself to feel whatever it was her body wanted her to feel. She wouldn't fight any emotions. And so, it was no surprise that all of them came at once.

For one reason or another, she decided these feelings couldn't be kept pent up and so, she left her room, taking a long walk through the hallways, going as her feet directed her. She wanted to see everything. She wanted to get lost, if only to find herself again.

[swingtodream]

As tiring as all this traveling was, it wasn't hindering Leslie from wanting to get a better look at the city or, if she couldn't do that, at least the palace. The staff barely gave her a second glance as she raced around, taking in as many sights as she could. She even took a break and tried to draw some of it, for Jess, just in case, but the sketches were rough and a bit too lifeless for her tastes. Eventually, she gave up on them altogether, and continued on her rounds instead.

Finally pausing in the courtyard to take a break, Leslie sat back against a wall and checked the drawings in her journal over. Maybe they had magically gotten better and--no such luck. With a half-smile she slid the journal back into her pocket and turned back to admire the courtyard itself.

[melodyofwater]

Demyx had decided to leave his lute in the room for now- he didn't want to carry it around all the time and risk something happening to it, after all. He was wandering around, looking for someone to talk to as the servant people didn't seem too thrilled with any of the worldwalkers, when he saw the girl from the caravan. Leslie, right? She seemed pretty nice.

"Hello!" he called, walking over to her and waving.