The Grand Elf tree sits grandly in the background as the trio makes their way across Parnos bridge, a bridge well known for connecting the outer city to the inner city. Legends say Azruth once held out his arm for 100 years till it turned into stone to let his subjects cross into his village, and this was built by the villagers to honour him.
Nyyrth prods around at the parapet, feeling the millennium old stone, feeling along the ancient cracks and moss.
"The great Parnos bridge, how... beautiful, I feel closer to Azruth just standing here..." Nyyrth starts glazing like always
Uncle Neldos laughs boisterously. "You kids don't know nothing, I've crossed this bridge a 100 times to show my respect for Lord Azruth."
I nearly slip at the mention of that, I measure the length of this bridge with my sight before turning to Neldos. "100 times! This bridge is absolutely huge!"
I'd say it's 180km and that's just a guess! Not even to mention how wide it is, there are rows and rows of elves crossing it!
Nyyrth stands up and walks forward. "Well, we gotta make it to clan grounds by sundown, so hurry up."
Uncle Namor stands, his fat belly jiggling before following Nyyrth and beckoning at me.
"Come here, you little good boy, I just want na grab those cheeks, squish em till their mushy, ehehehe" He laughs oddly.
I shiver, what is wrong with uncle Namor!
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Namor? I meant Neldor, I keep mixing up his name!
I look at him as he waves his hips and walks away, keeping a close eye on him. What a Creepy Uncle.
We move onwards, admiring the different sights as we go a long, like the Statue of Constraint...
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It's the statue of our tribe's ancestor, right...
There were many sights, obviously, as we are passing from the outer city where the lower-tribesmen live, to the inner city where nobles and the great clans reside.
My favourite sight was what appeared to be a mermaid with elf ears, made of a really grey stone, getting her tits sucked by a fat old man... I was a gooner in my past life, okay?
We arrive halfway across the bridge where a guard is speaking to a young elf in white robes fanning his face. Seems familiar.
"You see, you idiot guard, since you want to court death so hard, I'll tell you the full story." Feng Wuying snaps his fan shut in one swift motion, pointing it at the guard who is now very afraid and tapping his chest with it.
"Me and my friends were in the outer city to handle some errands, you see, so we were crossing Parnos bridge to go back to our clangrounds, but apparently my little brother here Feng Yijan was 'littering'? What even is that, are you making up words now? Huh?" Feng Wuying and Feng Yijan look at the guard arrogantly, along with his other noble friends.
The guard stammers. "W-Well, uh, you see, uh, littering is the act of throwing away trash carelessly, a-and you could get reported to the c-c-crazy police for that" He pulls a cloth out of his pocket and wipes his brows with it.
"Trash? Who's the trash, you? And don't you dare utter the name 'Crazy Police', my family owns them, you know. Hmph."
The guard scurries away, clearly intimidated by them.
Feng Wuying turns towards the trio. "What are you looking at? Huh?" He opens his fan and cools his face down.
Nyyrth speaks: "Huh, the Long clan huh, you must be young master Feng Wuying, right?"
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Young Master? This isn't Xianxia! ... Is it? this seems pretty familiar
His eyes snap towards Nyyrth, and I swear I saw lust burn there for a second, Uncle's gaze also sharpens, moving behind Nyyrth in a protective gesture.
"Oh, you must be young mistress Nyyrth, I take it you're escorting your little brother to the ceremony?" He steps forward and puts on a polite yet arrogant undertones smile.
Nyyrth smirks. "And I take it you're participating in the ceremony?" She steps a step closer and looks at him.
He looks at me and grins a devilish grin, pointing at me. "That's your little brother? Thallen right, well who cares, your Zenreirth clan hasn't produced a worthy candidate for the royal guard in a few years, you're getting left behind. Watch as I surpass little Thallen here."
He towers over me, being 6'1 I presume, I guess he can call me little but don't think I'll take that disrespect.
I step forwa-
My sister steps forward, pointing at Feng Wuying. "You, don't go around spitting random words, we'll see what happens at the ceremony. And don't go around calling people little, Thallen is older than you by a few months."
Pttu, Feng Wuying spits on the ground, before snapping shut his fan and turning around. "Come on guys, they aren't worth our time, we'll have to humiliate them at the ceremony, hahaha" They laugh and turn and walk away, I spot Wuying wrapping an arm around his little brother and looking at him with family love, maybe he isn't a typical xianxia young master. Still an asshole.
I look towards the bright blue sky before continuing forward, making our way to the clangrounds.
The sun sets before we finally arrive at the end of the bridge, and we sit down to take a break.
As I look at the city, I admire the elvish architecture. A mix of medieval and a dash of chinese architecture, with a unique elf architecture added into the mix.
Elves really like to keep clean, everything is just spotless, and colorful.
Neldor speaks, wiping his mouth after drinking water.
"You guys ready? It's not a far distance from here, apparently our ancestors built the Parnos bridge, so we built our clangrounds close to it."
We stand up and move onwards, preparing to arrive at the clangrounds.