Open Under Water

[Alazeo Meca]

2nd Winter 512 AV

Alazeo stood at the docks staring out at the ferry that was slowly drifting across. He had heard that on that boat, there was a man who was pure to religion. Full of love, joy and happiness. The only god anyone should be worshiping, thought Al, was Rhysol. He knelt on the ground and prayed to Rhysol for a good and fast kill. He then stood up and looked around him. Al had been here for a few months now and still had lots more to see. Eventually the ferry pulled up. Time for Al's plan to go to work.

[Noric Sidhe]

"Watch out, coming through!" The deckhand shouted as he and his coworker ran down one of the dock walkways with a crate carried between them. Noric quickly stumbled out of the way and ended up wobbling precariously on the ledge of the path, pitching back and forth over the clear lake water below. "Shyke!" he yelled, nearly falling in before a hand grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him away from the edge. His heart was pounding like a drum as he looked down at the chubby man who'd saved him from taking an unwanted bath. "There you go, my young sir," the little man said. Noric smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, bobbing his head in thanks. "I appreciate that. Thank you. You saved me from a good soaking for sure." The small man's pudgy face shone with delight. "Not a problem! Not a problem at all. Just doing my civic duty." He gave Noric a pat on the arm with his short fingered hand, waved, and wandered off into the crowd. It all was very fast and random. He raised his eyebrows at the brightly clad back of the man just before he disappeared into a small sea of bodies. Okay. A little perturbed, he turned back to continue his stroll along the docks. It wasn't long before he caught another odd sight. A man was kneeling close the water's edge in what seemed like prayer. People milled by him like it was every day you saw a man on his knees in the middle of busy crowd. Noric made his way over and stopped to watch, mainly out of nothing else to do. He scratched at the light stubble growing on his neck then bit the sharp corner off of one of his fingers. Eventually, the man stood up from his reverence. He hadn't noticed Noric yet, who for some unknown reason decided to speak up. "What are you doing praying on docks? There's a temple for that, where you don't have the risk of getting stepped on or shoved into an ice cold lake." He couldn't help but use a sardonic tone. This man just seemed plain odd.