When the time finally came for us to arrive in Saelia, it was dusk and we'd completely lost track of the day.
But that's just how it tends to be when riding in a wagon all the time.
Still.
As we emerge out of the forest, the landscape opens up to reveal a vast, grassy plain, marked on all sides by stretches of farmland and orchards. It's idyllic and peaceful. No one looking at it would be able to guess the devastation so near to it.
In the center of the cleared out and developed land lays the quiet village of Saelia, a small town with a population that can't amount to much more than a thousand residents, according to our last knowledge of the place.
From its general size, I doubt it could be any different than that.
May wiggles and hops in place when she sees it, turning back to me, "Auntie! Auntie! I see Saelia! Yaaaay!! The city! The city!! WAAH!"
Her little scream is followed by a fierce round of applause.
By just her.
