Slipping through the woods, Syuveil made less sound than the butterflies that parted as he walked through them. Staying in the woods was crucial to being hidden. If he climbed too far up, the trees turn into rocks, which provide little to no places out of sight. Only dire situations called him to the mountains, and he planned to keep those to a minimum.
Slipping around the mountain he saw the city before him. Arvinen was one of the few Wingly cities not floating in the air. It had been a prosperous city for humans, too many valuable assests to simply destroy, so the Winglies inhabited it.
The city was simple, a huge square with high walls and the central palace, tall and slim, growing as it moved upward like a flower looking straight up at the sun. The walls were of no use to the Winglies, since they could fly of course. A couple of sentries parolled the city. Not many were needed since it was not hard to spot someone across the mile or so of feilds that led to the city walls.
It was going to be difficult. But he would go through impossible to save his family. And he planned to do just that.
