Crossing through the city is a refreshing experience. The Mystiikka folk seem jovial as they attend to their daily routines. As the sun begins to dip behind the tall buildings, my guide leads me to a gate. The guards regard her with friendly nods. When they glance at me, they appear confused. Yet, with a trustworthy Mystiikka, they dismiss the odd company.
The large doors open inward. As we step outside of Jalokivi, a gentle breeze dances in the dazzling leaves. The canopy seems to reflect some of the orange glow provided by the sunlight. My eyes dart to and fro as I inspect my surroundings. We reach a stone bridge overlooking a wide brook. I rush to the rails.
"They're huge!" I speak in the common tongue.
Laululintu steps beside me and peers into the water. I point with delight at the large golden fish. Soon, there's not just one but dozens that splash around in the water. Laululintu rests her arms on the rail and watches with me as the fish appear to dance.