Ok, this probably isn't perfect but it felt better to me... at least good enough I can move on with my story. If you read my last one plz tell me what you think.
I never realized I am such a needy person. With your help maybe I can see the flaws in my work and move past them.
The wagon came to a halt. Tristan opened his eyes surprised he was able to fall asleep. The ride was very uncomfortable, and seemed to last a lifetime. He crawled out aching all over. He stretched and turned. One glimpse of the massive castle cleared his mind and rid his body of pain.
He leaned back so far trying to see the many turrets and balconies, he about tipped over backwards. The thousands of windows shimmered in the setting sun; the white granite structure seemed to glow. Just standing in the shadow of this mammoth structure made him fell insignificant. Massive doublewide wooden doors were larger than any doors he had ever seen, a six horse team pulling a wagon could pass through easily. If gods lived on earth this would be their home, Tristan thought.
Turning in a circle he took in every detail around the castle, he couldn’t stop smiling it was an amazing sight to behold. The round base of the castle had a massive cobblestone road surrounding it, the endless line of wagons and thousands student milling around fit with plenty of room to spare. Countless streets took off in every direction like spokes a wagon wheel.
He counted six armories, seven blacksmith shops, more horse paddocks that he could count. He tried to look at it all but it was quite overwhelming, there were seamstress shops, cooking pits, archery shops, candle makers, mason workshops. He marveled in the sounds echoing around him. The clopping hooves mixed with the tinking of chisels and the hammering of steel.
He felt stupid realizing this was a huge city not just a training center. This place dwarfed the forts he had grown up in. He tried to envision how many forts would fit in this city; it boggled the mind, his best guess maybe one hundred or even more.
The city was very clean and the smell of it was intoxicating. Tristan took a deep breath drinking in the aroma of roasting meat mingled with leather highlighted with the sweet scent of flowers, the slight hint of pine from the surrounding mountains swirled all the smells together making his mouth water.
Tristan was amazed by all the massive torches on buildings and down roads illuminating every nook and cranny. Ornate brass fittings decorated every building giving the real sense of wealth. It was a wondrous place to be, he thought. Tall archer towers poked above the roof tops of smaller structures in every direction he looked.
A loud voice snapped him back to reality. “Line up men” yelled a large boy standing in front of his wagon wearing a black leather suit.
Thx for any comment you might leave, your advice will not be wasted or over looked.