Winter 3, 514 AV
The Water Park
Winter came and brought changes with it that, once again, singled out the Akvatari from most other residents. Unlike Konti and Akalak, Gwin didn’t particularly mind the falling temperatures. The sea was colder than the air, day in and day out, so winter only meant it got slightly colder. If she dove deep enough near the cliffs, the temperature became consistent and not altogether unpleasant.
Still, she found herself adopting the habits of everyone else, spending more time indoors and underground. She was only following her audience, she told herself, but part of her craved company. It didn’t even mean talking or listening to words, just the possibility of doing so satisfied her. Thus Gwin spent the first days of winter huddled up in a corner of the Blue Gem writing music, humming songs of spring and summer. At some point, however, she stopped humming and frowned at the page. And then she decided to get out, get some fresh air.
As always, she was only wearing a thin strip of black fabric across her torso with the violin case hung from her shoulder. Her blond hair fell in slightly tangled blonde locks past her shoulders, acting as substitute for a scarf. Apart from that, the green fur covering her tail was enough to keep her warm. Turquoise stained-glass wings carried her over the rooftops and waterfalls. North and north until she’d left the city behind. Suddenly she noticed threads of steam rising from the land in several places and remembered things she’d heard about the water park. Supposed to be north of the city proper, its underground pools and exhibition space could be used for free by all…
Adjusting her violin case, Gwin sought out the main entrance and plunged into the dim lamp light. Heading this and that direction, she discovered many cozy corners for couples to meet or artists to work in solitude. Then she crossed a large hall full of sculptures, stone, wood and stranger materials, that she observed with the mild interest of a fellow artist.
After that, she happened upon a large pool where the walls threw back voices and laughter. A few people were soaking in the steaming water. Setting the violin case aside, Gwin tried the water herself. It had an unfamiliar scent to it, intense and unpleasant, but the water itself seemed to caress her body with warm hands. With a sigh, Gwin sank in so deep that only her head remained above water, closing her eyes and ignoring her surroundings.
Slipping into a half-dream, she heard a beautiful melody dancing around her shoulders, brushing her arms, mocking her grasping hands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch it while it circled her and teased her ears. Gwin knew she had to catch it though… otherwise…
The Water Park
Winter came and brought changes with it that, once again, singled out the Akvatari from most other residents. Unlike Konti and Akalak, Gwin didn’t particularly mind the falling temperatures. The sea was colder than the air, day in and day out, so winter only meant it got slightly colder. If she dove deep enough near the cliffs, the temperature became consistent and not altogether unpleasant.
Still, she found herself adopting the habits of everyone else, spending more time indoors and underground. She was only following her audience, she told herself, but part of her craved company. It didn’t even mean talking or listening to words, just the possibility of doing so satisfied her. Thus Gwin spent the first days of winter huddled up in a corner of the Blue Gem writing music, humming songs of spring and summer. At some point, however, she stopped humming and frowned at the page. And then she decided to get out, get some fresh air.
As always, she was only wearing a thin strip of black fabric across her torso with the violin case hung from her shoulder. Her blond hair fell in slightly tangled blonde locks past her shoulders, acting as substitute for a scarf. Apart from that, the green fur covering her tail was enough to keep her warm. Turquoise stained-glass wings carried her over the rooftops and waterfalls. North and north until she’d left the city behind. Suddenly she noticed threads of steam rising from the land in several places and remembered things she’d heard about the water park. Supposed to be north of the city proper, its underground pools and exhibition space could be used for free by all…
Adjusting her violin case, Gwin sought out the main entrance and plunged into the dim lamp light. Heading this and that direction, she discovered many cozy corners for couples to meet or artists to work in solitude. Then she crossed a large hall full of sculptures, stone, wood and stranger materials, that she observed with the mild interest of a fellow artist.
After that, she happened upon a large pool where the walls threw back voices and laughter. A few people were soaking in the steaming water. Setting the violin case aside, Gwin tried the water herself. It had an unfamiliar scent to it, intense and unpleasant, but the water itself seemed to caress her body with warm hands. With a sigh, Gwin sank in so deep that only her head remained above water, closing her eyes and ignoring her surroundings.
Slipping into a half-dream, she heard a beautiful melody dancing around her shoulders, brushing her arms, mocking her grasping hands. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t catch it while it circled her and teased her ears. Gwin knew she had to catch it though… otherwise…