Spring 5th, 515 AV
It was quiet. There was barely any noise from what generally was a noisy operation - dock work. The sailors had little idle chatter, simply going about their business as quickly and efficiently as possible. There was no doubt that it was from the general off feeling received by the island of Sahova that kept them quiet. Port Silence was an apt name for the location. It was warm here, warmer than it would be now in Zeltiva, and Bianca knew that bringing her wool dress wouldn't serve her as well as it did in the port city. However, it was packed away nicely in her bag and there was no reason to get rid of it.
Her small hands were clenched into fists, fingernails digging into her palm and forming tiny crescent indentations that disappeared soon after their birth, only to be reformed when she closed her hand again. It was a rare sight to see Bianca White, of all people, nervous, though the usually confident girl found that the cat had her tongue as she stepped onto the docks and into the quiet business of the sailors. The sailors were joined by Sahovan slaves, loading cargo onto carts drawn by strange...things. She hadn't really seen golems before, and had only briefly seen the mention of them in books, but to see so many was as off-putting as the usage of slaves. Neither were used in Zeltiva, seeing as magic was regulated and slavery was illegal, though the entire concept fit the feeling given off by the island itself.
Approaching a slave and stealing her tongue back from the metaphorical cat, she spoke in that silvery voice of hers. "How far is the Citadel?"
The slave was nervous looking, though she answered the question with little difficulty. "Ten miles, follow the carts." Bianca turned to look at the road, and then back at where she stood. The Citadel wasn't even visible from where she stood, unlike in Zeltiva where everything surrounded the port.
It was going to be a long walk.
It was quiet. There was barely any noise from what generally was a noisy operation - dock work. The sailors had little idle chatter, simply going about their business as quickly and efficiently as possible. There was no doubt that it was from the general off feeling received by the island of Sahova that kept them quiet. Port Silence was an apt name for the location. It was warm here, warmer than it would be now in Zeltiva, and Bianca knew that bringing her wool dress wouldn't serve her as well as it did in the port city. However, it was packed away nicely in her bag and there was no reason to get rid of it.
Her small hands were clenched into fists, fingernails digging into her palm and forming tiny crescent indentations that disappeared soon after their birth, only to be reformed when she closed her hand again. It was a rare sight to see Bianca White, of all people, nervous, though the usually confident girl found that the cat had her tongue as she stepped onto the docks and into the quiet business of the sailors. The sailors were joined by Sahovan slaves, loading cargo onto carts drawn by strange...things. She hadn't really seen golems before, and had only briefly seen the mention of them in books, but to see so many was as off-putting as the usage of slaves. Neither were used in Zeltiva, seeing as magic was regulated and slavery was illegal, though the entire concept fit the feeling given off by the island itself.
Approaching a slave and stealing her tongue back from the metaphorical cat, she spoke in that silvery voice of hers. "How far is the Citadel?"
The slave was nervous looking, though she answered the question with little difficulty. "Ten miles, follow the carts." Bianca turned to look at the road, and then back at where she stood. The Citadel wasn't even visible from where she stood, unlike in Zeltiva where everything surrounded the port.
It was going to be a long walk.
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