60th OF AUTUMN, 515AV
10th BELL, 30th CHIME, NIGHT
EAST STREET BEACH
10th BELL, 30th CHIME, NIGHT
EAST STREET BEACH
The biting chill of the saltwater on her bare skin was almost more dulling than it was refreshing. The chilly fall night was not the most preferable time to take a swim, but Eliro was so dead tired, she cared very little.
With blue eyes closed against the grey moonlight, Eliro let her senses loose in her Gnosis, watching the life below her. The land-dwellers believed their Bay was nearly dead, and could only think so from what their fishing nets failed to bring up, but the Svefra knew better. The life that floated just beneath her grasp told a different story. A tale of shell fish and seaweed rather than fish and coral. Nearly a mile away, just to the edge of where her gnosis allowed her to go, Mau hovered. He didn't much like the cold. And if she had been with her Pod they would hae left for the Eyktol coasts long ago. But she had to wait, and wait she would.
Rot in the Bay. Eliros eyes snapped open as she meditative state disappeared. To wish for an answer from father Ocean would be pointless. He had given her a year of silence already, it likely would not change soon. But as the sea-woman snapped out of her trance, she realized how uncomfortable the cold was. A forcible wave of goose-skin shattered her spine and Eliro kicked her legs out to push herself into a vertical position. For a second the Svefra gathered her bearings. She could swim back to her Casinor and warm in her bed, or she could return to the beach and start a fire for warmth.
Although she knew she was going to wake up early the next morning to fish, the Svefra opted for the beach. She had left her things there any how.
Leaving her small bubble of warmth behind, Eliro sunk her face into the waves as she headed back towards the shore. Normally she would have taken her time, gliding with the waves. Except the night was far too cold to rationalize staying in the freezing water any longer. The simple rag that served as her drying blanket seemed more and more inviting as she neared the grey beach. The paired with her ksin of beer to warm her stomach.
But as her bare feet hit the hard sand, Eliro found she could not go any further. In the dark, even with the nearly full moon, Eliro couldn't make out exactly which tree she had draped her blanket and waterskin over during the sunset. But that didn't matter so much as the fact that there was a figure blocking where she was and where her blanket potentially could be.
Wide eyed, Eliro shivered in place as she let the waves slide past her shoulders, picking her braid of metallic blonde hair up and attempting to wash in in front of her face. For a second, the Svefra merely watched. He seemed to simply be drawing in the sand. The man's back wasn't suite faced to her, so she got only a glimpse of his profile before he moved slightly and clouded her view of his face. Another violent shiver rocked through her spine and Eliro clenched her shoulders with each hand as the shivers didn't recede this time. Petch it. Eliro thought, stepping forward, bringing her shoulder from the salty waves only to be bombarded with the chilly autumn wind.
Quickly, and not worrying about lessening her noise, Eliro splashed through the more calm waves. Once she was free of the water, she dug her feet into the sand with vigor, taking long strides towards the tree lines. If the man didn't stop her, and if her blanket was still there, Eliro would dry her limbs off just as erratically, not giving the stranger her attention until she was adequately swaddled in the blanket.
With blue eyes closed against the grey moonlight, Eliro let her senses loose in her Gnosis, watching the life below her. The land-dwellers believed their Bay was nearly dead, and could only think so from what their fishing nets failed to bring up, but the Svefra knew better. The life that floated just beneath her grasp told a different story. A tale of shell fish and seaweed rather than fish and coral. Nearly a mile away, just to the edge of where her gnosis allowed her to go, Mau hovered. He didn't much like the cold. And if she had been with her Pod they would hae left for the Eyktol coasts long ago. But she had to wait, and wait she would.
Rot in the Bay. Eliros eyes snapped open as she meditative state disappeared. To wish for an answer from father Ocean would be pointless. He had given her a year of silence already, it likely would not change soon. But as the sea-woman snapped out of her trance, she realized how uncomfortable the cold was. A forcible wave of goose-skin shattered her spine and Eliro kicked her legs out to push herself into a vertical position. For a second the Svefra gathered her bearings. She could swim back to her Casinor and warm in her bed, or she could return to the beach and start a fire for warmth.
Although she knew she was going to wake up early the next morning to fish, the Svefra opted for the beach. She had left her things there any how.
Leaving her small bubble of warmth behind, Eliro sunk her face into the waves as she headed back towards the shore. Normally she would have taken her time, gliding with the waves. Except the night was far too cold to rationalize staying in the freezing water any longer. The simple rag that served as her drying blanket seemed more and more inviting as she neared the grey beach. The paired with her ksin of beer to warm her stomach.
But as her bare feet hit the hard sand, Eliro found she could not go any further. In the dark, even with the nearly full moon, Eliro couldn't make out exactly which tree she had draped her blanket and waterskin over during the sunset. But that didn't matter so much as the fact that there was a figure blocking where she was and where her blanket potentially could be.
Wide eyed, Eliro shivered in place as she let the waves slide past her shoulders, picking her braid of metallic blonde hair up and attempting to wash in in front of her face. For a second, the Svefra merely watched. He seemed to simply be drawing in the sand. The man's back wasn't suite faced to her, so she got only a glimpse of his profile before he moved slightly and clouded her view of his face. Another violent shiver rocked through her spine and Eliro clenched her shoulders with each hand as the shivers didn't recede this time. Petch it. Eliro thought, stepping forward, bringing her shoulder from the salty waves only to be bombarded with the chilly autumn wind.
Quickly, and not worrying about lessening her noise, Eliro splashed through the more calm waves. Once she was free of the water, she dug her feet into the sand with vigor, taking long strides towards the tree lines. If the man didn't stop her, and if her blanket was still there, Eliro would dry her limbs off just as erratically, not giving the stranger her attention until she was adequately swaddled in the blanket.