Aerion and I continued to chat as the carriage made its way out of the old city and into the common districts beyond. To be fair, it was mostly Aerion doing the talking, but I did my best to let his endless conversation wash over me, trying to relax after the tension of my vision. As Fate said, what would come would come, and worrying about controlling everything never led to anything good.
"Here we are, Burblebrook District," Aerion said, gesturing out the window.
I peered out. The city sank into a shallow valley some miles across, with groves of trees sticking up between half-timber buildings and open-air marketplaces. Colorful banners, ribbons, and drapes brightened the windows and decorated the exterior. Every building seemed to have some kind of garden or courtyard, with low, four-foot walls separating the properties from the road and each other.
