Such a strange city, it was bright even during the night. Nkosi was a little irritated by how this city was put together but tried to pay little attention to it. He was used to his forest home where everyone knew each other and didn’t treat each other unfairly. At least the guard he followed was helpful.

“[i]Try to look presentable[/i]” that was what the guard said. Nkosi had a feeling that what was considered presentable for him wasn’t for them. He didn’t fix anything. His hair was a mess with twigs and leaves, dirt covered most of the exposed parts of his skin, and he smelt like the forest. Even with this the guard only shook his head and led him to the house where the immortal stayed.

It wasn’t as flashy as he thought it would be, but he didn’t hesitate to knock and enter. The inside of the house was rather lovely and had many machines working diligently. Then he saw her, the herald of the mother, the immortal. She had already received a few other guests so Nkosi took a seat near the other girl and nodded toward Ms. Valentine. 

[color=f26522]“It is a pleasure to meet all of you. I am Nkosi Naswaru. The mother guided me here and kept my travels safe and uneventful.”[/color] He smiled at them but refused the coffee, [color=f26522]“I prefer tea thank you.”[/color]