Wonderer

The figure materialized from the murky night not more than 50 yards from the city gate.

“Hey! Who goes there!” cried the shaky voice of the youngest member of the night watch. Weapons were gripped harder and shifted into an offensive stance.

The woman slipped forward with the silence and grace of a lion-fish. She cocked her head to the side for a moment, then replied in a stilted accent, “You can call me Wonderer.” Thinking the matter finished she moved forward to enter the city.

“Woah! Are you really expecting us to just let you, a stranger in with no identity?” The older pair of the guard said, holding out his hand to keep the woman away.

She paused for another minute, thinking, or maybe translating. The men were able to get a better look at her now. She was clothed in what looked like seal furs, decorated with sharp stones and shells. Her arms were bare save for a single strand of exotic looking kelp. “Ask travelers from Elyzil, I was there, before I was in Kabalia, and before that in Rielind, your city is the next in my concatenate.”

“Your what?”

Another silent moment, “in my. . .series. I have word and warning to bring to the people.” With an air of urgency she push between the two guards. The flick of her black scaled tail propelled her forward and the water currents stirred her midnight hair.