The trip was slow-moving for the first week. Rain showers came almost daily, and the only time the sun was out was in the morning hours. The ship hadn't stopped the entire time, but now they had to dock at the last town before they entered Sai territory.
It had been a small and simple fishing village before, but had recently expanded into a town. The soil along the banks was rich and excellent for planting, so farmers had set up homes, expanding outward from the river. Moisture from the south lingered where the Alcon-Sai boarder was due to the mountains.
The massive range that made up the majority of the Highlands ran through Alcon, creating numerous valleys before tapering off into Sai. Northern Sai had beautiful hill-like mountains that seemed mystical to Skye as a child. She had taken the stagecoach route with her father, and had glanced the mountains outside of the window as they'd rode along.
