Wind wooshed through a grey bird's feathers, propelling it higher up into the sky. The bird gazed down, its sharp eyes scanning the skyline of the city before it. The faint scent of barley drifted with the breeze, carrying with it the scent of the incoming fall.
A few maple trees stood to the side of the dirt road beneath the majestic bird, their leaves reddening with the slowly decreasing temperatures. Further on, the occasional trees were completely replaced by the surrounding fields of crops, and after that, buildings.
Miaan was a country, and the same as Easthill, its capital city shared the same name as the country.
Its history as a city-state in the past gave rise to the confusing, identical names.
The bird blinked its eyes, trying to focus its vision to peer into the city.
'Hmph, perhaps I worried too much. This is supposed to be one of the greatest cities on the Eastern continent? It's nothing much.'
