![]() 5th of Spring, 513 AV Early in the morning, Zeltiva, Fountain of Cascading Harmony On the fifth of spring, whilst most of Zeltiva's population is still asleep, only a few of those, who are not inert so early in the morning would be awake. The orange sky of Zeltiva was truly amazing, especially early in the morning, during spring. The early morning, of course, didn't harness a gigantic flow of people in the city. Rather, it was very quiet, with merchants preparing for their day, and some wandering about the streets. A soft waft would slowly sweep through the city, the little bit of wind quite a perfect condition for the morning. With the sun starting to rise, shining over Zeltiva's docks, the sight would be an amazing one - with the orange-tinted sky, the sun would tint the streets in a same colour, but only maybe a shade off. It, however, would still be as breathtaking. With all this in place, Aerdoria would be stood by the Fountain of Cascading Harmony, examining the overly glorified fountain with a slight smile on her face. The fountain's name actually wasn't quite wrong. Harmony and tranquil cascaded into her, setting her into a peaceful mood, her curious eyes examining the statues of Tanroa and Laviku. With her hands, clad in her steel, teethed gauntlets by her side, she steps forth, only about ten inches away from the actual fountain, right by the edge. Whereas this wasn't exactly the best place for Aerdoria, it's a place she enjoyed visiting early in the morning, provided the weather is nice enough. It was a relaxing place, good for starting off a day that might result in being a stressful one, and this might just prevent one from doing stupid things later on. With a smile, Aerdoria would sit onto the edge of the fountain, looking into the water whilst rolling her thumbs over each other, the first layer of paint being scraped off them. It was evident this was her habit, along with grinding the teethed parts against each other, thus why they have no colour on them. Or, rather, why the colour was scraped off by the grinding. Slowly stretching, an adorable yawn accompanies Aerdoria as she examines the fountain, clad in her black, leather armour. It was quite the thing to see, especially not that she had transfered her right foot up onto the edge as well, her left on the solid ground. The sight wasn't an usual one, as not a lot of people would do this, and sit on the fountain in this fashion. They'd sit with their backs straightened, but Aerdoria was always a peculiar one, who had never done things how they should have been done. |