Snippet #2704116

The lead rider responded to the king, “No your highness, nothing was spotted for a 1 liege radius around us. If anyone is following you they are quite some distance away.” She said. When he asked her to lead the way she snapped a crisp salute, “Very well, please keep within the formation if you please.” She said as she turned to the other riders, “Valkyries, star formation, Cass, Nadia, rear flanks. Redia, Hellen front flanks. We don’t want to keep the commander waiting so move it!” The lead rider barked. In addition to the female names, the four riders might have shocked the rest of the royal entourage when the four in question responded in unison, “Yes ma’am!” with feminine voices. Their names and voices gave no illusion that the four were indeed females. Like lighting the four riders quickly trotted into position, creating a star like formation with the royal entourage in the center. Each rider called out “In position” one by one until all the riders were in position. “Valkyries, to the capitol!” The lead rider called and with that the entire group began moving.

The Valkyries moved in unison, keeping perfect formation and the royal entourage in the center, protected by their outer defense. As they road the grasslands of Baldara continued to show their beauty as flowers of all kinds were in bloom in vibrant colors of red, blue, lavender and yellow. At some points they covered the entire ground forcing the group to ride through them, kicking petals into the air and creating a beautiful flurry of colors. For over an hour they road towards the capitol, somehow cutting the time down until finally the city came into sight. The city of Azmir was a beautiful sight, white walls stood upon a ocean of green grasslands which could be seen for miles in every direction. Somehow the city appeared to having an aura like glow in midday light and made the city look even more beautiful. It was not a sight one might expect from a country of warriors yet here before them was a city with a majestic air about it.

As they passed inside through the gates the lead rider spoke, “Your highness's and company, welcome to Azmir. City of Tranquility.” She said. Inside the city was even more surprising, the great amount of houses were somehow spaced lose inside the city, giving the roads a wide enough space for two carts riding side by side and two lines of people to move through. The houses were built with care and even some grace, the roads themselves were white like the city walls, even large parks were in the city where festivals where held. Passing by the market there was an abundance of foods and wares for sale. Art made from quality material, well designed clothing of various types, food with aroma’s that teased the nose, livestock of a broad range, these and more filled the market as they passed through on the way to the palace.

The palace was also constructed with from the same white stone with architecture that was crafted with master builder quality. The pillars, steps and even the ground of courtyard were made with polished marble, giving the rest of the palace an even more impressive look. Statues of mythical creatures, some majestic, some awe inspiring and some terrifying stood within the walls and some in the center of the courtyard. All of this combined, if one had to sum up the city itself it was as if someone had told a man to make a city and instead he made a work of grand art. This was no surprise to the Baldarian’s whom there was more to them then meets the eye.

But to an outsider it was a great surprise.

As they approached the palace steps a woman with caucasian skin, black hair and red eyes was leaning against one of the pillars. She wore a white set of loose pants and some strange shirt similar to a tunic that opened from the front and was held closed by a belt. She pushed off from the pillar and walked down the steps, eyes narrow and her mouth in a confident grin, “I see you girls had fun.” She said with playful sarcasm. Almost at once the five horse riders removed their helmets and five female faces greeted those looking upon them, which confirmed they were indeed women, “Our mission was as just important as fighting on the front lines Momya.” The lead rider said as they all dismounted. She had platinum blond hair that looked near white and blue eyes. The woman named Momya snorted, “Escorting royals through a land so safe no men would dare to cause trouble in? Yes Wies I’m sure it was.” She said. The lead rider, whether her name was indeed Wies or not, responded, “The commander wanted to take no chances. Your lucky he took your feelings into consideration and let you stay behind.” Wies said.

Momya smiled a bit more, “The commander knows how to use his people. Though I do thank him for his consideration. Now lets get you all out of that armor and into the training room, I need someone to fight and the commander is too busy waiting on them.” She said while nodding her head towards the Dallian royals, “Momya please, restrain yourself.” Wies said. She turned to the King and princess, “Forgive my compatriot. If you please follow the servants they will take you to the meeting hall.” At this point a brown haired maid approached the royals and bowed, “Greetings you highness's, please follow me and I’ll take you the king and princes’.” With that she stood, turned around and lead the group inside the palace to meet the royals of Baldaria.