11th Autumn 514AV
The expanse of blue was surprisingly larger than what he first thought, shimmering and rippling, with the white breaks crawling its way up the sand. Bare toes gave a wriggle upon it, the boots held firmly between his thumb and fore finger as he walked his way along it. There was the subtle click of his tongue as he walked, his gaze lifting and looking, or more than simply looking now he was closer. His gaze drunk in the scene and the scents of salt, the blink to the rise and fall of waves as it lapped its way up, and a confused tilt to one side as he tried to consider what exactly it was.
It was certainly not a river, he mused, nor was it a pond - a far too great of an expanse to be of such a thing. He did consider that perhaps it was in fact an overly large lake, but that thought was brushed aside very quickly. To his knowledge, lakes did not swell up or roll against the ground that held them - instead they seemed to be rather still and mirror like in design. He cocked his head to one side, the careful placing down of boots before he made his way over and crouched. The water rolled on past, the low hissing crackle as it lapped at his feet and proceeded to roll away again. Waves, tidal, he managed to grasp that much in his mind - they were not completely alien to him as words - but of what to call this escaped him.
He vaguely remembered a passing name, the tall blue men uttering the 'Suvan Sea' and the docks that were nestled down within the lowest tier. His head cocked to the other side, fingers reaching down to simply touch and feel it upon his digits. Cool and flowing like river water, he raised the digits, the golden orbs blinking upon the damp. A testing sniff, a pull back as he considered his next move. Both hands cupped it up, a peer into the glimmering surface before he raised it to his lips - and immediately regretted the action.
Zydrunas spat and coughed. There was only a look of disgust as he tried to wipe the taste away with his sleeve, his lips twitching and his eyes almost glaring down upon it as if it was a poison - it certainly tasted vile enough. There were a few spits, a hiss as he shook his head and scrabbled away back to his boots. Not freshwater, not suitable for drinking, it was an obvious thing now he had attempted to consume it. But it still looked so unsuspicious, lying in wait almost and waiting for the unsuspecting to tumble into its murky depths. Drumming his fingers upon the sand once more he regarded the sea carefully, considering his next point of research.
With only a quick glance round to his surroundings, a clamber up to his feet as he checked for onlookers. Upon finding none, he begun the process of testing the water in other ways. The coat and scarf was thrown off first, dropped in a heap next to the boots without a second thought, the shirt following suit shortly after. Muscles gave a flex, the tendons making themselves known as he stretched out, a rise up onto his toes and then a relax. There was the faint rattle of beads around his wrist, and barely a consideration as the rest was simply tossed to one side. This 'sea' beckoned him and it was with that, Zydrunas stuck to simply floundering about in the shallows - quite content to simply float and drift with the tide. Until he heard laughter.
Chirping, light, it was a sound that caused him to lift his head sharply and stare out across the surface. His eyes blinked at the shapes of young children, their bright and bold skins marking them out from human beings. There was a moment of alarm as he watched them hover around his clothing, seemingly grabbing and pulling upon the layers. He stood of course, skin soaked as he waded through the depths towards them.
"Hey! You! What you doing?" He caught the glance up to him, hands having grasped their way tightly around the edges. More laughter, the points of amusement even as he closed in to them. They continued to chatter away in their native tongue. He staggered right up to the shore now, watching the children shift and begin the dart away. His pace quickened, watching their forms shifting as if to run - which they promptly did with his clothing. Teeth clenched into a line, a mad flail as he hurried his steps. He barely managed to dive at them and across the sand, hands snatching at the fabric. In turn, it was released, blooming out in the wind, whilst his fingers managed to snag upon his scarf before he collided with the ground stunned - the rest of the articles were released across the beach as the children made their hasty escape. He released a hiss of annoyance, "Children!"
The expanse of blue was surprisingly larger than what he first thought, shimmering and rippling, with the white breaks crawling its way up the sand. Bare toes gave a wriggle upon it, the boots held firmly between his thumb and fore finger as he walked his way along it. There was the subtle click of his tongue as he walked, his gaze lifting and looking, or more than simply looking now he was closer. His gaze drunk in the scene and the scents of salt, the blink to the rise and fall of waves as it lapped its way up, and a confused tilt to one side as he tried to consider what exactly it was.
It was certainly not a river, he mused, nor was it a pond - a far too great of an expanse to be of such a thing. He did consider that perhaps it was in fact an overly large lake, but that thought was brushed aside very quickly. To his knowledge, lakes did not swell up or roll against the ground that held them - instead they seemed to be rather still and mirror like in design. He cocked his head to one side, the careful placing down of boots before he made his way over and crouched. The water rolled on past, the low hissing crackle as it lapped at his feet and proceeded to roll away again. Waves, tidal, he managed to grasp that much in his mind - they were not completely alien to him as words - but of what to call this escaped him.
He vaguely remembered a passing name, the tall blue men uttering the 'Suvan Sea' and the docks that were nestled down within the lowest tier. His head cocked to the other side, fingers reaching down to simply touch and feel it upon his digits. Cool and flowing like river water, he raised the digits, the golden orbs blinking upon the damp. A testing sniff, a pull back as he considered his next move. Both hands cupped it up, a peer into the glimmering surface before he raised it to his lips - and immediately regretted the action.
Zydrunas spat and coughed. There was only a look of disgust as he tried to wipe the taste away with his sleeve, his lips twitching and his eyes almost glaring down upon it as if it was a poison - it certainly tasted vile enough. There were a few spits, a hiss as he shook his head and scrabbled away back to his boots. Not freshwater, not suitable for drinking, it was an obvious thing now he had attempted to consume it. But it still looked so unsuspicious, lying in wait almost and waiting for the unsuspecting to tumble into its murky depths. Drumming his fingers upon the sand once more he regarded the sea carefully, considering his next point of research.
With only a quick glance round to his surroundings, a clamber up to his feet as he checked for onlookers. Upon finding none, he begun the process of testing the water in other ways. The coat and scarf was thrown off first, dropped in a heap next to the boots without a second thought, the shirt following suit shortly after. Muscles gave a flex, the tendons making themselves known as he stretched out, a rise up onto his toes and then a relax. There was the faint rattle of beads around his wrist, and barely a consideration as the rest was simply tossed to one side. This 'sea' beckoned him and it was with that, Zydrunas stuck to simply floundering about in the shallows - quite content to simply float and drift with the tide. Until he heard laughter.
Chirping, light, it was a sound that caused him to lift his head sharply and stare out across the surface. His eyes blinked at the shapes of young children, their bright and bold skins marking them out from human beings. There was a moment of alarm as he watched them hover around his clothing, seemingly grabbing and pulling upon the layers. He stood of course, skin soaked as he waded through the depths towards them.
"Hey! You! What you doing?" He caught the glance up to him, hands having grasped their way tightly around the edges. More laughter, the points of amusement even as he closed in to them. They continued to chatter away in their native tongue. He staggered right up to the shore now, watching the children shift and begin the dart away. His pace quickened, watching their forms shifting as if to run - which they promptly did with his clothing. Teeth clenched into a line, a mad flail as he hurried his steps. He barely managed to dive at them and across the sand, hands snatching at the fabric. In turn, it was released, blooming out in the wind, whilst his fingers managed to snag upon his scarf before he collided with the ground stunned - the rest of the articles were released across the beach as the children made their hasty escape. He released a hiss of annoyance, "Children!"
