In a far distant land, on a continent shaped like a piece of toast, is the city of Gyptia. And over that great city a black shape flies...
Roth landed rather clumsily, not used to carrying three people. Well, two people, but Lysander didn't like being called a dog. He leapt out of the confining saddlebag, his claws clicking on the cobblestones. (Try saying that five times fast!) Indigo followed, sliding carefully off Roth's back and landing with a thump. She spread her arms dramatically and spun around. "Welcome...to Gyptia."
It was something of an impressive sight. The buildings went as high as five stories, which was as high as they could build in Vandermeer, and variously built with bricks, stones, and wood. The street was paved with cobblestones here, though that, too, changed in other districts. They had landed right next to the sidewalk, where most pedestrians walked obliviously on. But one or two noticed Roth and began pointing and whispering.
Indigo sighed. "I really hope they don't realize who I am. Sometimes I hate being the Dream Catcher." She looked up. "You coming, Wolfie?"