Seraphina had been traveling on foot a few hours. The sun had risen higher into the sky, but still a few hours off from noon. At some point, she had started to skip as opposed to walking, and she didn't much care to figure out precisely when that happened. All that mattered to her was what lay ahead. Growing up in Triluna, and later the Aviary, she met and knew many angels and always marveled at their majesty. Her own father was also an angel, a Seraphim at that, and many an hour was spent softly patting the feathers on his six wings in envy.

But now she has started her own Pilgrimage to see the Featherkeeper. She pondered on who all she'd meet along the way. Her own father first met the King and many of his own friends in this manner.

Who would she meet along this journey, could they be friends... could any of them live for as long as she will if the Featherkeeper decides to grant her the wings she has longed for the whole of her childhood? She stopped a moment and pondered on that last thought. It was something that struck deeply at many angels, the loss of shorter lived friends as the centuries pass by. Her race was a passionate and emotional one, but there are still those who find themselves scarred by loss and time. Perhaps that is why the Ageless Seraphim reside in the Featherkeeper's Citadel, so as to avoid making friends they would surely lose to the ravages of time, even the younger Seraphim would wither away by comparison to them. She pitied them to a degree even. And then there was the Featherkeeper as well, who was senior even to her esteemed goddess.

"Perhaps I could spare a small conversation with them all?" The said meekly to herself. Then her faced brightened as she proclaimed "but first thing's first, I have to make it there!"

Ahead on the cobbled path was a settlement set beyond the outskirts of the Aviary. A common hang out for mercenaries of various types, including those Dalimos whose licenses were accepted by the Caelestine, though their services are rarely ever used, a few still dream to serve escort for an angel. More common are the humans, unawakened Caelest and the Cruentai blades for hire. She heard as well at the occasional foreigner from beyond the portal in Keranlus have begun to show up there as well. She was particularly fascinated with the idea of meeting an elf, she had heard the elves in Nexulai, while every bit as rigid, were at least friendly enough not to put an arrow through your eye at 400 yards like the Sylvashians. There were also the Averians... muscular, tall, walking and talking bird people. She was curious to hear one sing, she always enjoyed the singing of the birds that flutted about the Aviary, and though the Averians apparently forsake the ability to fly in ages past, surely they'd never surrender their ability to sing, right?

Then her mind was set back to the task at hand as she resumed her skipping along the road again. She needed to hire a mercenary to guide her through to the Blades Rim Caldera. A scent wafted into the air about her, a succulent roast was being prepared somewhere and her stomach rumbled to accentuate what the mind had already been thinking. Her legs went back to a proper walk, and slowly gained paced. She was hungry, and so she decided to take care of eating first, then she'd seek out prospective guides. The humble stone buildings in the distance quickly grew nearer.