3rd day of Summer, 516 AV
Early Morning
The Cliffside Grotto was a place designed for all sorts of people throughout the vibrant city of Riverfall. It was for lovers plucking free bright flowers to present to their significant other, ducking prying eyes to steal kisses among the blooming foliage. It was for the grieving who contributed to its beauty with green thumbs and sprouts to serve as living memory; for the commoner traversing its winding stairs and pathways to observe the wonders the vista provided. It was this renown spot Kaie deemed merely acceptable to enjoy a drink.
The Myrian woman was perched precariously upon an rocky ledge high up in the gardens off the stone-carved path. Her legs hung recklessly over the drop, occasionally swinging the breeze that sometimes carried with it tendrils of mist from the nearby falls. A sunkissed hand brought the waterskin filled with wine up to her parted lips. The fruity alcohol trickled down to cast its flavor across her palate, quenching both desire and soothing a reeling mind.
So much had changed in one day in the wake of one life-changing encounter. It felt cliche for her to admit that one man had truly altered her entire world as she understood it. They met as foes upon a mat years ago, but bonded body and accidentally in soul upon the very beaches of this city. Kaie knew the Kelvic to be long gone from her touch...and yet she could sense him somehow. They were joined in a way the young woman was only just beginning to discover, and between the Grotto's breathtaking view of Plunge Pool Bay and the unrivaled wine in her possession, there seemed no greater way to process the recent events that had been involuntarily joined to her.
Kaie took another sip and breathed in the summer air. Her amber gaze cast downward toward the expanding blue surface far below, ears drunk on the sound of the water that crashed upon it. Syna's morning rays ignited a yellow blaze upon the edges of gentle ripples as she navigated her way up over the horizon. Seagulls gawked through the air, screeching with craned necks and crooked wings as they glided about the bay. From her position she could see sailors trudging up and down the docks to and from ships, which rolled and rocked gently and water moved beneath their hulls. She should've been on her home shores by now. The memory of her craven bow-out had her nursing her drink again.
Early Morning
The Cliffside Grotto was a place designed for all sorts of people throughout the vibrant city of Riverfall. It was for lovers plucking free bright flowers to present to their significant other, ducking prying eyes to steal kisses among the blooming foliage. It was for the grieving who contributed to its beauty with green thumbs and sprouts to serve as living memory; for the commoner traversing its winding stairs and pathways to observe the wonders the vista provided. It was this renown spot Kaie deemed merely acceptable to enjoy a drink.
The Myrian woman was perched precariously upon an rocky ledge high up in the gardens off the stone-carved path. Her legs hung recklessly over the drop, occasionally swinging the breeze that sometimes carried with it tendrils of mist from the nearby falls. A sunkissed hand brought the waterskin filled with wine up to her parted lips. The fruity alcohol trickled down to cast its flavor across her palate, quenching both desire and soothing a reeling mind.
So much had changed in one day in the wake of one life-changing encounter. It felt cliche for her to admit that one man had truly altered her entire world as she understood it. They met as foes upon a mat years ago, but bonded body and accidentally in soul upon the very beaches of this city. Kaie knew the Kelvic to be long gone from her touch...and yet she could sense him somehow. They were joined in a way the young woman was only just beginning to discover, and between the Grotto's breathtaking view of Plunge Pool Bay and the unrivaled wine in her possession, there seemed no greater way to process the recent events that had been involuntarily joined to her.
Kaie took another sip and breathed in the summer air. Her amber gaze cast downward toward the expanding blue surface far below, ears drunk on the sound of the water that crashed upon it. Syna's morning rays ignited a yellow blaze upon the edges of gentle ripples as she navigated her way up over the horizon. Seagulls gawked through the air, screeching with craned necks and crooked wings as they glided about the bay. From her position she could see sailors trudging up and down the docks to and from ships, which rolled and rocked gently and water moved beneath their hulls. She should've been on her home shores by now. The memory of her craven bow-out had her nursing her drink again.