.
Visit? Gwin tried to picture humans and other bipedals in Abura and failed. They’d have a hard time getting any farther than the bases of its towers. As she tilted her head, something like regret colored her features. “I’m not sure if it is. You see, Abura is full of high towers with entrances at the top, not at the bottom like your cities. You’d need wings or one of us willing to carry you to get around.” It didn’t particularly bother her, but she felt the need to point it out before anyone decided to visit on a whim. There wasn’t anything to see for those lacking an artistic mind too.
Her gaze regarded Lani for a moment. A student? Biting her lip, Gwin went through the people she’d seen around the university, but that one hadn’t been among them. Apparently her subject had nothing to do with music. Something about her caused the words to remain stuck in Gwin’s throat, some isolation of the mind.
Instead of commenting, the Akvatari turned back to Ricky. Indeed, she’d spotted the blue uniforms without paying much attention to them. Zeltiva was just another place on her journey, not more, not less. No need to get familiar with local rules and their enforcers.
Finally Lani threw in a few words about dolphins and Gwin noticed them too. They hadn’t been there before, but now she felt a powerful desire to join them in the deeps. Sunlight would be their companion and the current would set the rhythm for their blood and swimming patterns. Instead she remained with the bipedals long enough to hear Ricky talk of his plans. Prying her gaze away from the smooth shapes, she rested it on the child again. “How old is he?”
She couldn’t quite find the right words for all the questions burning inside her. Why wasn’t the child familiar with water? How would it swim? Why wouldn’t it like the water? Instead she chose to bat her wings and follow the pair until the water lapped at her fins. The call grew stronger.
All the while Gwin watched the little boy with interest. “When will you teach him how to swim? I have to say it’s strange to see those who aren’t made for water get introduced to it.” With wide eyes, she wondered how it felt, what the ocean sounded like to their ears. The Akvatari simply couldn’t imagine and that irked her just a little.
Visit? Gwin tried to picture humans and other bipedals in Abura and failed. They’d have a hard time getting any farther than the bases of its towers. As she tilted her head, something like regret colored her features. “I’m not sure if it is. You see, Abura is full of high towers with entrances at the top, not at the bottom like your cities. You’d need wings or one of us willing to carry you to get around.” It didn’t particularly bother her, but she felt the need to point it out before anyone decided to visit on a whim. There wasn’t anything to see for those lacking an artistic mind too.
Her gaze regarded Lani for a moment. A student? Biting her lip, Gwin went through the people she’d seen around the university, but that one hadn’t been among them. Apparently her subject had nothing to do with music. Something about her caused the words to remain stuck in Gwin’s throat, some isolation of the mind.
Instead of commenting, the Akvatari turned back to Ricky. Indeed, she’d spotted the blue uniforms without paying much attention to them. Zeltiva was just another place on her journey, not more, not less. No need to get familiar with local rules and their enforcers.
Finally Lani threw in a few words about dolphins and Gwin noticed them too. They hadn’t been there before, but now she felt a powerful desire to join them in the deeps. Sunlight would be their companion and the current would set the rhythm for their blood and swimming patterns. Instead she remained with the bipedals long enough to hear Ricky talk of his plans. Prying her gaze away from the smooth shapes, she rested it on the child again. “How old is he?”
She couldn’t quite find the right words for all the questions burning inside her. Why wasn’t the child familiar with water? How would it swim? Why wouldn’t it like the water? Instead she chose to bat her wings and follow the pair until the water lapped at her fins. The call grew stronger.
All the while Gwin watched the little boy with interest. “When will you teach him how to swim? I have to say it’s strange to see those who aren’t made for water get introduced to it.” With wide eyes, she wondered how it felt, what the ocean sounded like to their ears. The Akvatari simply couldn’t imagine and that irked her just a little.
