Spring
Day 20
Year 508 AV
The air smelled like salt. Waves crashed lightly against the pier, spraying foam and sloshing blue water. The light slapping noise echoed that of bare feet running over cement, constant and not always a welcoming noise. Boats tied to the dock drifted lazily with the waves; up, then down, up, down. A slow, rocking motion.
People mingled upon the surprisingly new boards of the Cherry Bay pier. Crowded and cramped to no belief, though. Lined with merchants shouting words to passersby and flailing like carp out of water. Ordered chaos. Sailors traveled gangplanks from ships to the pier. Not always, but usually, hands full of items to sell, whether it be alive or non-living.
Ships, boats, sailing vessels of all types lined the pier. Ropes of all types connected them to a post. Netting for the cheaper boats. Most had an under level of some sort. The bigger ships were farther out, likely to keep from beaching themselves. Sails flapped noisily in the wind. Those that weren't tied down, that is.
Somewhere, high above, a bird cawed. Humans moved quickly through the crowd, never meeting one another's eyes for more than a few seconds. This was Sunberth, after all. Bumping into someone could cause a 'chance' meeting in a dark alley later the same day. Why give someone the chance to memorize your face?
Canali browsed through the market quite slowly compared to the others. Truthfully, she was looking for herbs to cook with; perhaps a couple new ingredients also. If it was possible, mayhap a drawing pad and pencils. It had been awhile since Canali had doodled and, truthfully, she missed seeing the scrawled lines connect to recreate a picture.
Under hawk-like eyes, objects were picked up by steady hands and glanced over. Few things were graced with a second feel; a closer examination. Nothing was bought, and she would stride onto the next one. Hesitation floated to the surface at a stand with pendants. It didn't last long once she realized the merchant was eyeing her own pendant. This went on for several cycles.
"You thief! She stole from me!" a merchant cried, bony finger pointed straight towards Canali, who stood wide-eyed as several dirty looks were tossed her way. The seller had a pendant stand. Canali would never stoop to stealing! Especially something she already had.
Day 20
Year 508 AV
The air smelled like salt. Waves crashed lightly against the pier, spraying foam and sloshing blue water. The light slapping noise echoed that of bare feet running over cement, constant and not always a welcoming noise. Boats tied to the dock drifted lazily with the waves; up, then down, up, down. A slow, rocking motion.
People mingled upon the surprisingly new boards of the Cherry Bay pier. Crowded and cramped to no belief, though. Lined with merchants shouting words to passersby and flailing like carp out of water. Ordered chaos. Sailors traveled gangplanks from ships to the pier. Not always, but usually, hands full of items to sell, whether it be alive or non-living.
Ships, boats, sailing vessels of all types lined the pier. Ropes of all types connected them to a post. Netting for the cheaper boats. Most had an under level of some sort. The bigger ships were farther out, likely to keep from beaching themselves. Sails flapped noisily in the wind. Those that weren't tied down, that is.
Somewhere, high above, a bird cawed. Humans moved quickly through the crowd, never meeting one another's eyes for more than a few seconds. This was Sunberth, after all. Bumping into someone could cause a 'chance' meeting in a dark alley later the same day. Why give someone the chance to memorize your face?
Canali browsed through the market quite slowly compared to the others. Truthfully, she was looking for herbs to cook with; perhaps a couple new ingredients also. If it was possible, mayhap a drawing pad and pencils. It had been awhile since Canali had doodled and, truthfully, she missed seeing the scrawled lines connect to recreate a picture.
Under hawk-like eyes, objects were picked up by steady hands and glanced over. Few things were graced with a second feel; a closer examination. Nothing was bought, and she would stride onto the next one. Hesitation floated to the surface at a stand with pendants. It didn't last long once she realized the merchant was eyeing her own pendant. This went on for several cycles.
"You thief! She stole from me!" a merchant cried, bony finger pointed straight towards Canali, who stood wide-eyed as several dirty looks were tossed her way. The seller had a pendant stand. Canali would never stoop to stealing! Especially something she already had.