39th of Summer
early morning, riverfall docks
The mist of the waterfall is blindingly thick in the warm mornings of summer. Walking around the Riverfall docks is like wading through a goopy white soup. You were unable to see more than twenty or thirty feet in front of you, and can only just barely make out the shapes of the buildings on the other side of the harbor.
This is why Zephari on rare occasion came down to the dock early in the morning. It felt so mysterious and peaceful. When she was able to get up early enough, she could beat the rush of the morning group of fishermen heading out to sea. Only a few people, often ones doing the same as her, were ever out that early.
The sun had just barely poked over the horizon, blanketing the very top of the city in a dim yellow light, but leaving the docks and lower levels of the city still very dark. The mist penetrated every corner of the lower city, making it peaceful, yet also kinda creepy. There was almost no noise, other than the quiet splashing of the sea against the pier, as the tide slowly came in.
Zephari's soft footsteps were the only other major sound to be heard that morning, as she walked the southern dock towards the entrance of the harbor. She crept past the harbor master's building, and out towards the very end of the dock. The sun was now almost a third over the horizon, and was spreading its orange light over the top half of the city.
"Almost like the sunrise in Yahebah" the benshira said ever so quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet of the morning. It has been so long since I've seen a sunrise like this. two years? No probably more like four. Mom always used to take me out to the docks of Yahebah and watch sunrises like this one.
Zephari sat and simply watched, enjoying the relaxation before rousing herself to go about the day's chores and work. Her thoughts drifted back and fourth from the present to home. I can't believe it has been so long since I left them. It feels like it was just last season. I bet dad blames mom for me leaving... she pondered, frowning at the thought. She shook her head to clear her mind just as the sun breached the lower levels of the city, beginning to destroy the wall of mist that had entrenched it's self into the harbor.
Turning to walk back home, Zephari watched the mist recede away from her back toward the base of the waterfall, quickening her pace to keep up with it. The dockworkers were now bustling away at their boats, preparing for the first fishing shift. Weaving in and out of the groups of Akalak and human boat workers, Zephari paralleled the retreating mist line until it got all the way back to the waterfall, at which point she sighed deeply, relaxed by the morning walk, and turned to head home.
But something caught her eye.
This is the color of speech.
This is the color of thought.
early morning, riverfall docks
The mist of the waterfall is blindingly thick in the warm mornings of summer. Walking around the Riverfall docks is like wading through a goopy white soup. You were unable to see more than twenty or thirty feet in front of you, and can only just barely make out the shapes of the buildings on the other side of the harbor.
This is why Zephari on rare occasion came down to the dock early in the morning. It felt so mysterious and peaceful. When she was able to get up early enough, she could beat the rush of the morning group of fishermen heading out to sea. Only a few people, often ones doing the same as her, were ever out that early.
The sun had just barely poked over the horizon, blanketing the very top of the city in a dim yellow light, but leaving the docks and lower levels of the city still very dark. The mist penetrated every corner of the lower city, making it peaceful, yet also kinda creepy. There was almost no noise, other than the quiet splashing of the sea against the pier, as the tide slowly came in.
Zephari's soft footsteps were the only other major sound to be heard that morning, as she walked the southern dock towards the entrance of the harbor. She crept past the harbor master's building, and out towards the very end of the dock. The sun was now almost a third over the horizon, and was spreading its orange light over the top half of the city.
"Almost like the sunrise in Yahebah" the benshira said ever so quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet of the morning. It has been so long since I've seen a sunrise like this. two years? No probably more like four. Mom always used to take me out to the docks of Yahebah and watch sunrises like this one.
Zephari sat and simply watched, enjoying the relaxation before rousing herself to go about the day's chores and work. Her thoughts drifted back and fourth from the present to home. I can't believe it has been so long since I left them. It feels like it was just last season. I bet dad blames mom for me leaving... she pondered, frowning at the thought. She shook her head to clear her mind just as the sun breached the lower levels of the city, beginning to destroy the wall of mist that had entrenched it's self into the harbor.
Turning to walk back home, Zephari watched the mist recede away from her back toward the base of the waterfall, quickening her pace to keep up with it. The dockworkers were now bustling away at their boats, preparing for the first fishing shift. Weaving in and out of the groups of Akalak and human boat workers, Zephari paralleled the retreating mist line until it got all the way back to the waterfall, at which point she sighed deeply, relaxed by the morning walk, and turned to head home.
But something caught her eye.
This is the color of speech.
This is the color of thought.
