Station Of Seers : 39

It took two days to prepare for the expedition with camping gear and provisions to be secured and packed in saddle bags and the route to be planned based on what limited information the seers possessed of the lands beyond their borders. Asanka had no doubts about his desire to go. Here, at last was a chance to leave the plateau of Kalonia and to see the world! Only now did he realise how the limits of his daily rides with Lyr had begun to chafe his spirit as the inheritance of his Rider mother called out for freedom and how he longed to soar over the canyons bounding his world just as Suak did.
Now they were on their way at last! A bright cold Autumn dawn, laced with frost and fog made the breath of humans and horses visible as with Crinomu riding Paramal and Asanka on Lyr, they set out in the one direction that had always been prohibited before, over the mirror bridge to the open downs of Ilunon. The shadow of the bridge fell on a river of mist which filled the canyon. A thin rime coated the smooth surface, but the horses began to canter before they reached the far side. The sound of their hooves rang like bells on the peculiar alloy, a melody of wild tintinnabulation to wake the sleeping down land. Before long they would slow down and pace the journey more sensibly for it was six days ride to their destination but for now a strange urgency infected both the men and their excited mounts and they let the horses have their head. The journey to the Beacon of Ulon had begun and they were off to finally end the Curse of Kalonia!