8th of Fall, 513 AV, Early Evening
Riverfall, Christina's Remorse
Riverfall, Christina's Remorse
It had been a long day. In the morning, a grandson of council member Genvisv Utovosm had come by. The boy would celebrate his ninth birthday soon, and wanted to have invitations for the party written. He didn't even want calligraphy, just fifty times the exact same, simple message. Then during the afternoon, the owner of Laviku's Secret had visited to complain, and the young scribe had to spend a good two bells explaining that all messages would be removed after ten days, and that no exceptions would be made for businesses, no matter how important. The nag even had the audacity to involve other visitors in his complaining, so no one else lingered long. The Pycon was glad the day was over. All he had left to do was to record it in his journal and enjoy the lovely evening. The Knirin Gardens would be perfect for that.
To get there, he would have to cross the Bluevein, unless he wanted to make it all the way down to the Plunge Pool Bay to find a ferry or pass through the aquarium, of course. So he made his way to Christina's Remorse, the only bridge over the river. He didn't like to use the old bridge, but he liked the extreme detour that would be necessary to avoid it even less. The prospect of an enjoyable evening in the Gardens made the crossing bearable. Still, there were more enjoyable things to do then crossing a swaying bridge with little room to avoid the feet of inattentive big ones. Especially in the early evening, when the streets were filled with people heading their way home after work.
Usually, Hornet would stick to the side of the road, where traffic was lighter and he could get out of the way if necessary. On Christina's Remorse, that would mean getting awfully close to a three thousand foot drop, though. Here, he had little choice but to stick to the middle of the road, where traffic was busiest. So in order to avoid accidents, he made sure he was noticed.
"Please mind where you place your feet! Pycon coming through! Pay attention please! Don't lumber forward blindly, watch your step! I'm trying to cross, here!"
The turtle-like Pycon crawled onto the wooden planks, yelling like a street vendor. His blindfold darted in all directions, trying to spot anyone who did not heed his cries. His progression was slow as always, but he would get there, eventually.
To get there, he would have to cross the Bluevein, unless he wanted to make it all the way down to the Plunge Pool Bay to find a ferry or pass through the aquarium, of course. So he made his way to Christina's Remorse, the only bridge over the river. He didn't like to use the old bridge, but he liked the extreme detour that would be necessary to avoid it even less. The prospect of an enjoyable evening in the Gardens made the crossing bearable. Still, there were more enjoyable things to do then crossing a swaying bridge with little room to avoid the feet of inattentive big ones. Especially in the early evening, when the streets were filled with people heading their way home after work.
Usually, Hornet would stick to the side of the road, where traffic was lighter and he could get out of the way if necessary. On Christina's Remorse, that would mean getting awfully close to a three thousand foot drop, though. Here, he had little choice but to stick to the middle of the road, where traffic was busiest. So in order to avoid accidents, he made sure he was noticed.
"Please mind where you place your feet! Pycon coming through! Pay attention please! Don't lumber forward blindly, watch your step! I'm trying to cross, here!"
The turtle-like Pycon crawled onto the wooden planks, yelling like a street vendor. His blindfold darted in all directions, trying to spot anyone who did not heed his cries. His progression was slow as always, but he would get there, eventually.
