'Plain Of The East' is a city that stands out for its bright white and golden-yellow buildings, which exude an aura of timeless elegance.
The architecture gives the impression of careful planning and long-standing prosperity, as if the city has been refined over many generations rather than built in haste.
Houses and structures stand out against the background of a clear blue sky, creating a picturesque sight that captivates visitors.
From a distance, the city appears almost uniform in color, yet as one approaches, subtle variations in design and height reveal its complexity.
The streets are lined with these charming edifices, each of which is decorated with intricate architectural details, reflecting the rich cultural heritage of the city. Stone carvings and carefully shaped windows give the impression that craftsmanship is still highly valued here.
With sunset, the bright colors of white and golden yellow illuminate the city, casting a warm beautiful glow. The light reflects off the surfaces of the buildings, creating a soft shimmer that slowly fades as night approaches.
The caravan landed its travelers in the city's market, which was crowded with people and merchants from all over the continent, and offered all kinds of different and even extremely rare goods. The sound of bargaining filled the air, mixing with footsteps and distant calls from vendors announcing their wares.
Stella entered the crowd with Alma and John.
The movement around them was constant, yet organized in a way that suggested long experience with large gatherings. She asked, "So what do you think of the place? Isn't it great? Here I made the best deals."
Stella just nodded. The place was better than her expectations, she felt like she was inside one of the historical movies she had seen in the past.
"This is not bad, I think it's suitable for exploration."
Alma continued walking slightly ahead, clearly familiar with the environment, occasionally glancing back to ensure they were following.
"Miss Alina, look here, it suits you."
John pointed at one of the rings on the dealer's table. The stall itself was modest but neat, with small wooden boxes and cloth-lined trays displaying various accessories. It was a simple and elegant ring at the same time, it would have fit her already, but she had another opinion.
"Accessories are not one of my interests, I prefer to buy something more meaningful than decorations."
Her tone remained polite, without dismissing the gesture completely, as she carefully maintained her distance.
She decided to refuse kindly, "Thank you for the attention, John, but as you can see I already have one."
She already had a ring that Meryl gave her so as not to remain without an accessory. However, she did not like wearing jewelry, so as soon as she had the chance, usually removed it and kept it aside.
In this bustling city, one encounters individuals whose presence commands attention.
The flow of people in the streets creates a constant rhythm, as if the city itself is breathing through its citizens.
The men, with their towering statures and robust physiques, exude an aura of strength and resilience. Their movement through the crowd is steady and purposeful.
Meanwhile, the women captivate attention with their refined appearance, adorned in vibrant garments and accessories that complement their elegance. Their clothing varies in color and design, reflecting both personal taste and the diversity of the city's culture.
Their fair skin and colored eyes add an aura of allure and distinction, making them stand out even in a crowd filled with variety. There is a sense of confidence in the way they walk, shaped by a city that appears both prosperous and stable.
Stella observed all of this quietly, absorbing details rather than reacting outwardly. The differences between this place and the villages she had seen were clear and immediate.
"The people here are different, and the place is far better than the villages we have seen. I think it's time for me to part with these guys."