Beyal was unsure how long they have all flown. But with the passing of the moon overhead, he knew it had to be most of the night. Just before dawn, with the air becoming warm and getting warmer and sweeter with the fragrance of Blumen and salty sea air, Beyal's sandals finally started to descend. Gizbin and the others were heading down towards a densely populated neighbourghood that was filled with houses running along a canal. With the rosa rays of dawn rising in the east, Beyal noticed several houses with their lights on. There was some light traffic on the roads as commuters started their journeys to work.
"I don't like this," Gizbin called to Albion and Beyal, "We could be seen."
Beyal looked over his shoulder. "But this is where earl is."
Within minutes, they were gliding over a row of homes.
"Don't land in front!" Albion called, "Beyal, if it's one of those homes, land in the backyard."
Beyal repeated the order to his sandals. Soon they were touching down in the gras, grass of a small backyard along the canal.
"I don't like this," Gizbin called to Albion and Beyal, "We could be seen."
Beyal looked over his shoulder. "But this is where earl is."
Within minutes, they were gliding over a row of homes.
"Don't land in front!" Albion called, "Beyal, if it's one of those homes, land in the backyard."
Beyal repeated the order to his sandals. Soon they were touching down in the gras, grass of a small backyard along the canal.