18th of Spring, 515 AV
Sunset
I could almost get used to this, she thought as she stared out across the expanse of blue before her. It lulled her softly, that sea tide that rushed up with gentle crash and receded with a passive sigh. The bay was almost perfectly smooth. Ripples of bright light glistened upon its surface. A gull called from above, its curving wings gliding effortlessly toward the shore. Above the sky was evolving. Ever so slowly was Syna beginning her descent toward the horizon to make room for Leth's presence. The sky's transformation with her movement was on its way toward an explosion of color. Already were the clouds drifting along taking on a soft pink hue, and deep orange light spreading across the space where the ocean and the sky met. For all her misery there was some beauty to behold. That, and a drink to highlight it.
Kaie let her legs swing in the open air above the water where she sat upon the edge of the dock. Brown curls fell across her back and over the hood of her cloak, which was all she cared to wear as defense against the remains of the infamous bonesnapper. She gave the wineskin in her right hand a gentle shake. Plenty left. Then she tipped the pouch back to her lips and drank heartily, enjoying the bitter, dry nature of that day's refreshment. The wound hidden beneath her cloak had plagued her terribly as of late. It restricted her movement, making her feel vulnerable and rather incapable. Any twisting or turning of her torso merited a wince or a surprised hiss from the usually active Myrian. And though reuniting with Matthew and escaping the shyke hole that was Sunberth gave her much relief, there was a large part of the savage that missed the thrill of dancing with Dira. You'd think I'd have had enough of that.
It was the first time she'd ventured to this area Zeltivans referred to as the Sailor's Quarter. It had lived up to its name. The ships docked along the harbor were impressive compared to the beat up vessels she'd boarded in Sunberth. The pristine sails and well kept decks attested to the reputation of the city. Thus far, it was probably the most naval advanced city she'd set foot in. She could only hope that whatever ship she departed upon on her quest back toward Taloba, that the ships and crew would perform as efficiently as they appeared to. Another swig of the wine was taken, another glance outward toward the sunset as Akajia prepared to take her seat in the bells of darkest that would follow.
As easy as it had been to cut herself off from the seemingly high class society absorbed in its politics and university culture, she would not be able to maintain her state of strict isolation for long. Already had she found herself intentionally crashing into people in the streets now and then. It was as if despite her stubbornness to ever assimilate completely into barbarian society, she still craved the contact. As if by bumping shoulders with another individual served as an artificial form of socialization, even if it almost came to fists. And as she stared out admire the watercolor painting in the sky in perfect silence, she wondered if someone somewhere was doing the same thing.
Maybe in Taloba there's a Myrian from the Shining Scales sitting on the edge of that dock. And maybe they're wondering what's going on worlds away across the sea just like me.
Sunset
I could almost get used to this, she thought as she stared out across the expanse of blue before her. It lulled her softly, that sea tide that rushed up with gentle crash and receded with a passive sigh. The bay was almost perfectly smooth. Ripples of bright light glistened upon its surface. A gull called from above, its curving wings gliding effortlessly toward the shore. Above the sky was evolving. Ever so slowly was Syna beginning her descent toward the horizon to make room for Leth's presence. The sky's transformation with her movement was on its way toward an explosion of color. Already were the clouds drifting along taking on a soft pink hue, and deep orange light spreading across the space where the ocean and the sky met. For all her misery there was some beauty to behold. That, and a drink to highlight it.
Kaie let her legs swing in the open air above the water where she sat upon the edge of the dock. Brown curls fell across her back and over the hood of her cloak, which was all she cared to wear as defense against the remains of the infamous bonesnapper. She gave the wineskin in her right hand a gentle shake. Plenty left. Then she tipped the pouch back to her lips and drank heartily, enjoying the bitter, dry nature of that day's refreshment. The wound hidden beneath her cloak had plagued her terribly as of late. It restricted her movement, making her feel vulnerable and rather incapable. Any twisting or turning of her torso merited a wince or a surprised hiss from the usually active Myrian. And though reuniting with Matthew and escaping the shyke hole that was Sunberth gave her much relief, there was a large part of the savage that missed the thrill of dancing with Dira. You'd think I'd have had enough of that.
It was the first time she'd ventured to this area Zeltivans referred to as the Sailor's Quarter. It had lived up to its name. The ships docked along the harbor were impressive compared to the beat up vessels she'd boarded in Sunberth. The pristine sails and well kept decks attested to the reputation of the city. Thus far, it was probably the most naval advanced city she'd set foot in. She could only hope that whatever ship she departed upon on her quest back toward Taloba, that the ships and crew would perform as efficiently as they appeared to. Another swig of the wine was taken, another glance outward toward the sunset as Akajia prepared to take her seat in the bells of darkest that would follow.
As easy as it had been to cut herself off from the seemingly high class society absorbed in its politics and university culture, she would not be able to maintain her state of strict isolation for long. Already had she found herself intentionally crashing into people in the streets now and then. It was as if despite her stubbornness to ever assimilate completely into barbarian society, she still craved the contact. As if by bumping shoulders with another individual served as an artificial form of socialization, even if it almost came to fists. And as she stared out admire the watercolor painting in the sky in perfect silence, she wondered if someone somewhere was doing the same thing.
Maybe in Taloba there's a Myrian from the Shining Scales sitting on the edge of that dock. And maybe they're wondering what's going on worlds away across the sea just like me.
