The ground was made out of fricken rocks! Some how they had been molded together to form paths that ran between the different buildings that he didn't dare try to study on his first day. Darataka had never been to a city before, hell he had never been outside of his thirty people village that was so far up on the mountain the clouds often got confused with the snow drifts.
And the clothes! People wore colors and ruffles and fluffs and all sorts of crazy garb that were just as wild. Meanwhile he had arrived in a brown cloak and black robes, his left arm still in a sling.
" That man was right... I am out of my element..." he said aloud remembering how Mythal had commented on the young man's curiousness about the world when he saw grass for the first time. Dara had marveled at the color green while poking the feathery blades of emerald as if they were dangerous and would spike through his boots. He had only ever seen blues, greys, blacks, general colors that were not bright or a thing a painter would embrace.
Then his eyes scanned the buildings around him.
"Yeah I am screwed...."
With a sigh he made his way through the city towards the building that Shane had suggested during their voyage from his old home to the new one. The two had adopted him in to the Rune Knights after a series of unfortunate events and helped escort him back through the country that he had never been able to see. It took reasonable constraint to not dawdle and gander at every single brick and outfit, each pigeon that seemed like a falcon and the strange dialects that sailed into his ears. It would take months to adjust to all of this.
Finally he found himself atop a high plateau, the head quarters of the Rune Knight assembly. More buildings, more colors, more craziness that he was damn near intimidated about.
Dara just stared at his feet and kicked a small rock. Very alone, very confused...