8nd Spring 516
The corals were always bursting with things to be found. Many ships dropped things over, on purpose and by accident, items that were taken far and wide by the current and waves. Casimir moved along it, eyes peeled for anything that may lay hidden by the shapes and colours of the plants found under the water and the sand that lay comfortably on the floor. Something shiny caught his eye and Casimir did a flip in the water, changing direction quickly.
The current helped him along and he moved over to the shiny thing. A single copper miza, but even the sight of it entranced him. But it wouldn't do to just hold it and carry it around like that. Casimir needed something to put it in. Moving back over to the coral, he took a piece, letting its djed tug at his own. Once he was certain that the connection was solid, he helped it grow, letting it follow his hand as he moved it up and around. Slowly, he guided it to form a bowl, then, once that was done, pulled the coral up a little. It moved, straining his arm a little, but formed a bag shape. Focusing fully on one side, he tugged at its djed, letting it grew more to flip over the top of the bag. With that done, he used the manipulation to pull out a handle, helping the coral grow until it reached the right shape.
He slung the coral bag over his shoulder, tucking the coin inside and returning to where he had found it. Surely there would be more lying around. He dug about in the sand, shifting it, but he knew that once the sands had engulfed something, they weren't letting go. It was only rarely when he found something hidden under them without dislodging it all and burying it deeper.
Moving away from the cloud of sand he had just dislodged, Casimir rose, coughing it out of his throat. Once it had cleared enough, he looked back around. There was something there, just a little while onwards. Arms outstretched before him, Casimir glided towards it, eyes peeled for what he could find. It was a shape, not huge, but larger than a rock and the wrong shape and colour too. Too symmetrical, too much wood...
As he approached, he realised he had found the place the coin had come from. A ship, small, big enough for one man perhaps, overturned and covered in limpets and algae. There was a split down the middle, leaving an opening to go under the boat, but the nets poured out over the side. He stopped beside them, taking a good look. Old, very old. Whoever had been in this boat had died a long time ago. Casimir closed his eyes, muttering a prayer to one of the only gods he knew, Leth. He wished that the god gave the dead man peace, especially if the two had a connection. With a ship close to Lhavit, it wouldn't be surprising.
The corals were always bursting with things to be found. Many ships dropped things over, on purpose and by accident, items that were taken far and wide by the current and waves. Casimir moved along it, eyes peeled for anything that may lay hidden by the shapes and colours of the plants found under the water and the sand that lay comfortably on the floor. Something shiny caught his eye and Casimir did a flip in the water, changing direction quickly.
The current helped him along and he moved over to the shiny thing. A single copper miza, but even the sight of it entranced him. But it wouldn't do to just hold it and carry it around like that. Casimir needed something to put it in. Moving back over to the coral, he took a piece, letting its djed tug at his own. Once he was certain that the connection was solid, he helped it grow, letting it follow his hand as he moved it up and around. Slowly, he guided it to form a bowl, then, once that was done, pulled the coral up a little. It moved, straining his arm a little, but formed a bag shape. Focusing fully on one side, he tugged at its djed, letting it grew more to flip over the top of the bag. With that done, he used the manipulation to pull out a handle, helping the coral grow until it reached the right shape.
He slung the coral bag over his shoulder, tucking the coin inside and returning to where he had found it. Surely there would be more lying around. He dug about in the sand, shifting it, but he knew that once the sands had engulfed something, they weren't letting go. It was only rarely when he found something hidden under them without dislodging it all and burying it deeper.
Moving away from the cloud of sand he had just dislodged, Casimir rose, coughing it out of his throat. Once it had cleared enough, he looked back around. There was something there, just a little while onwards. Arms outstretched before him, Casimir glided towards it, eyes peeled for what he could find. It was a shape, not huge, but larger than a rock and the wrong shape and colour too. Too symmetrical, too much wood...
As he approached, he realised he had found the place the coin had come from. A ship, small, big enough for one man perhaps, overturned and covered in limpets and algae. There was a split down the middle, leaving an opening to go under the boat, but the nets poured out over the side. He stopped beside them, taking a good look. Old, very old. Whoever had been in this boat had died a long time ago. Casimir closed his eyes, muttering a prayer to one of the only gods he knew, Leth. He wished that the god gave the dead man peace, especially if the two had a connection. With a ship close to Lhavit, it wouldn't be surprising.
