The sun stood high in the light blue sky as the red haired Cheza descended from the mountain. He did not walk a specific path as he gently walked over the earth and grass patches, zigzagging slightly between the blooming trees, bushes and colourful plants.  The mountain had a marvellous forest terrain which was rather inaccessible for all who did not know the grounds. The Cheza, alike all Cheza, enjoyed this walk. Only natural sounds were to be heard; the wind chiming softly, the rich leaf-filled trees ruffling softly and birds cheerfully chirping, with occasionally an odd sound caused by hopping bunnies, grazing deer or hunting foxes.<br/><br/>Today was a very important day to the Cheza. The two moons of Etrea would align at midnight. It was a rare event, only seen every few centuries. Gwydion had pledged to pay a visit to the devoted non-Cheza, so that they too would know how to properly allineate with nature tonight at midnight. Gwydion knew many disagreed on this topic. They did not wish for the true Cheza secrets to be shared with those outsiders. They would want all Cheza to remain in the cities and only mind Cheza business. However, Gwydion held the opinion that other races could not improve themselves if they were not given the chance, besides, helping them would mean helping nature. If those devotees would keep themselves to their promises and take care of the lands as instructed, the lands would bloom even more so than before.<br/><br/>His open-minded attitude had gotten him into more trouble than it had done him good, but he never did these things for his own sake. Just like that time he had accompanied his friend and fellow Cheza to his wedding. The Cheza had chosen someone outside of their community, one of the Archluc even, of all creatures! Gwydion had come to give his best wishes to him and the bride, but not one moment had he really been welcome there. Though he had come with good intentions, certain events on the wedding had caused tensions,  hostilities between him and the other guests.  He had come to realize that there were certain advantages to staying in the Cheza community and never venturing out: one wouldn't be judged and treated like a lesser and despicable creature. Yet, regardless of how individuals decided to treat him, he had decided to set forth and do that which nature asked of him. And so he kept his open-mindedness, even if that would give him enemies.<br/><br/>As the thoughts of that day seeped back, he walked on. It took a while before Gwydion had reached the cobblestoned path which lead up to the city. It was quite a large city, bustling with people, animals and all sorts of creatures. It was one of those curious places, where all races could easily mingle,- as if there were no differences between humans and others,- and  yet guilds would often clash. Gwydion was intrigued by the different cultures he spotted in these cities. It was so hectic and so loud, with different sounds than he was used to. Though the songs of nature could be deafening intense too, it was not the same as the thundering voices cities knew, of craftsmen trying to sell their wares, of commoners quarrelling and of the chitchats on the streets.<br/><br/>The Cheza took a deep breath and carefully followed the path. The devoted were in the city gardens, tending the nature there. That was where they always met, and so that was where he had to go. Through these crowds, along the path, passed the wooden stalls and the stone cottages, onwards to the inner ring around the humongous six towered castle. For all that he could see around him, he liked to dwindle around and truly take his time to observe it all, so once back in the silence of the forest, he could reflect about it. However he wished for this, he knew he couldn't. Though people did respect him, for they did not know what Cheza could and couldn't do, they did not trust him at all. Though Gwydion had put on one of the most human-like outfits, with his green tunic, dark brown leggings, plain dark brown boots and his fuchsia cape, which he wore over one shoulder, it was still obviously a Cheza outfit. And if the outfit had not screamed it already, his long fierce red hair and sun coloured eyes would have told it so. As he made his way through the crowds, he tried to keep space between him and the creatures around him, mostly because the slightest push could already throw him off his feet. He knew he was lighter than a young human child, and that was not in his advantage. And as if that on its own was not enough to have to pay attention to, he had to watch his environment for certain Guilds too. He had heard enough about a certain guild of assassins, who were obviously not unheard of. He would not like to encounter them, who so easily ended life as if they were supreme to nature. As a Cheza he could truly not understand how one could be so vile and foolish as many of them were.<br/>But then again, there were many races and many habits he did not understand.