Zangir Moontide 85th of Summer, 511 AV The Suvan Sea, Midday The sun radiated sunlight in every direcion and when this light carresed the surface of the sea the results were mesmerizing, especially when the sun was at its highest point in the sky. Zangir felt a twinge of humility as he gazed at the sparkling waves that rocked his casinor ever so slightly, just like a proud mother would for her newborn. Zangir after a few moments pulled his gaze back torwards his tavan who swam in figure eights that grew larger then smaller larger then smaller in an attempt to find any fish that wandered close enough to the surface to be vunerable to his starving wrath. Zangir stripped his clothes off and placed them in a neat folded pile on the ground beside his feet, soon after he climed up onto the side railing of his boat before leaping into the warm ocean. Zangir could hear nothing but the slight echo of the waves rolling above, other then that the ocean was silent and peaceful. Zangir began to wonder why he had never given his tavan a name or had he? Zangir Really couldn't remember much before the accident, he shuddered at the thought of the complee nothingness, a place where no thought flowed or form, a place where he felt nothing. Zangir mind was jolted back to the sudden realization that he had no air left within his lung, emerging from the water Zangir sucked in a deep breath before sinking back down into the water. It seemed that Zangir could think more clearly under the water one of the few places where there was little sound to be bothere and distracted by. |