4th of Spring, 515 AV
The sun bore down, warming the skin of the cold-blooded Dhani that lay on the sand. She was just feet from the docks, though the hustle and bustle of Zeltivan sailors loading and unloading cargo from the ships did not interrupt her quiet reverie. Izarre sat up, brushing the sand from her hair that flew haphazardly in the breeze, her toes touching the foamy tips of the water. The young Dhani stood up then, her dress straightened and shoes slipped onto small feet, and began walking up the sand towards the docks.
"You, blonde, with the legs and the waves crashing at her throat." The voice came out of almost nowhere, her eyes wandering around until they landed on a man, an Akvatari, with a tail the color of the sky at sunset and hair to match. He was sitting on the edge of one of the docks, tail draped along the side with a book in one hand and a quill, the tip black with ink, in the other.
"Yesss?" Her confusion was evident but slight, her voice barely audible over the sound of waves sloshing against the wooden poles that held up the parts of the dock projected into the water. The movement of her mouth, however, was enough assent that the man continued, even as the word was dragged out into a hiss.
"Come here." The Dhani meandered towards him, taking her time and already pushing his limits. This Akvatari was not as patient as she. "Not so slow, thank you." The Dhani picked up her pace, as if 'thank you' were the magic words, and slid down next to him, her legs dangling over the edge and sandals almost falling off of her feet into the water below. "Can you help me? I'm dying to find the last word for this poem."
"Yesss..." Perhaps the only reason that the Dhani even knew the Common word for poem was because she had lived for nearly a year with the Akvatari. She didn't quite know what a poem entailed, other than it was like both a story and a song, two things which she had been familiar with before she abandoned her den. "Read it to me."
The Akvatari cleared his throat, and began with much pride in his voice: "Cobalt, the sea,
it calls to me.
The rising tide
Cannot hide..."
He stopped suddenly, looking at the Dhani with melodrama in his eyes.
"I can't find an ending." Izarre was not entirely familiar with the word 'cobalt', but as it followed in the poem it seemed to be describing a color or feature of the sea. Settling on color, she mouthed the words to the poem again. It seemed to have a pattern of sorts, rhyming at the ends of the first two lines together, while the next two lines rhymed with each other. A few chimes went by before she thought of something, the man staring at her as she thought with eyes like the sea. She tilted her head towards him, her hair out of place from the sea breeze.
"I sssee. What about...
Cobalt, the sssea,
it calls to me.
The risssing tide
cannot hide
the color of the free."
The sun bore down, warming the skin of the cold-blooded Dhani that lay on the sand. She was just feet from the docks, though the hustle and bustle of Zeltivan sailors loading and unloading cargo from the ships did not interrupt her quiet reverie. Izarre sat up, brushing the sand from her hair that flew haphazardly in the breeze, her toes touching the foamy tips of the water. The young Dhani stood up then, her dress straightened and shoes slipped onto small feet, and began walking up the sand towards the docks.
"You, blonde, with the legs and the waves crashing at her throat." The voice came out of almost nowhere, her eyes wandering around until they landed on a man, an Akvatari, with a tail the color of the sky at sunset and hair to match. He was sitting on the edge of one of the docks, tail draped along the side with a book in one hand and a quill, the tip black with ink, in the other.
"Yesss?" Her confusion was evident but slight, her voice barely audible over the sound of waves sloshing against the wooden poles that held up the parts of the dock projected into the water. The movement of her mouth, however, was enough assent that the man continued, even as the word was dragged out into a hiss.
"Come here." The Dhani meandered towards him, taking her time and already pushing his limits. This Akvatari was not as patient as she. "Not so slow, thank you." The Dhani picked up her pace, as if 'thank you' were the magic words, and slid down next to him, her legs dangling over the edge and sandals almost falling off of her feet into the water below. "Can you help me? I'm dying to find the last word for this poem."
"Yesss..." Perhaps the only reason that the Dhani even knew the Common word for poem was because she had lived for nearly a year with the Akvatari. She didn't quite know what a poem entailed, other than it was like both a story and a song, two things which she had been familiar with before she abandoned her den. "Read it to me."
The Akvatari cleared his throat, and began with much pride in his voice: "Cobalt, the sea,
it calls to me.
The rising tide
Cannot hide..."
He stopped suddenly, looking at the Dhani with melodrama in his eyes.
"I can't find an ending." Izarre was not entirely familiar with the word 'cobalt', but as it followed in the poem it seemed to be describing a color or feature of the sea. Settling on color, she mouthed the words to the poem again. It seemed to have a pattern of sorts, rhyming at the ends of the first two lines together, while the next two lines rhymed with each other. A few chimes went by before she thought of something, the man staring at her as she thought with eyes like the sea. She tilted her head towards him, her hair out of place from the sea breeze.
"I sssee. What about...
Cobalt, the sssea,
it calls to me.
The risssing tide
cannot hide
the color of the free."
