3rd of Summer, 519
Syna shone brightly in the cool evening air without a cloud in the sky as a warm summer breeze blew gently down the street. Finn stretched to his full height in the hammock as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He swung his legs over the side of the hammock as it gently rocked back and forth while he slipped his bare feet into the sandals that lay beneath him before he stood and started to walk down the street. The crowds of people on the street all in shades of dirty grey clothing seemed to ignore the Svefra despite his brightly colored attire as any of his kind would wear. None of them would even look in his direction, avoid like he wasn’t even there, as he continued around a corner to another nameless street that was even worse than the first street. The city was loud with the noise of people and work being done all around him, something wasn’t right as a feeling of foreboding descended on him.
The air smelled dirty and stale and without even a hint of the sea in it, he reached deep inside himself to find the sea but only found an emptiness where it should of been despite hearing some kind of water lapping against wood somewhere off in the distance. The loss startled him, he quickly unbuttoned the bright red shirt and bared his shoulder as he checked it. The shoulder showed nothing except bare skin, no intricate and beautiful crashing waves were to be found. He had been abandoned by Laviku and the loss of his sea sense made him feel small and alone in the middle of the seemingly endless crowd of people.
In the distance he could hear a commotion going on. Voices were raised and almost seemed angry but he couldn’t make out what was going on. It was somewhere near but from what direction it came was another question, almost as if it was trying to elude him and his senses. The mysteries piled up one after another as he found no answers for anything.
The city towered over him as it closed in on him, nothing but buildings all around that blocked his vision. Ignored by the people surrounding him as they carried on their daily business around the city. “Where am I? This isn’t Syka?” he questioned aloud as it dawned on him that he really had no idea where he was, nor was he anywhere he remembered ever being before. His casinor was nowhere to be found either, his pants pockets were empty so he had no mizas, nor did he even have his cutlass. He looked around and then finally to the sky for his Tavan, “Camira where are you?” he asked but no one seemed to head any of his words and his companion failed to present herself.
The crowd mumbled as they talked so he could barely hear them except for a constant drone of noise. On the odd occasion when he could understand them, he could not make out what language they were speaking but it was nothing he seemed to know. He suddenly realized he no longer even knew which direction he had came from. Lost, alone, and with no memory of where or how he managed to get here. He stood in the middle of the street as Syna started to dip on the horizon, as the chimes that passed felt more like bells. Darkness would soon descend on the city to take away another of his senses. “What do I do now?” he asked himself as he tried to sort it out in his head, but even that didn’t feel completely clear but more like fighting his way to the surface of the water. “Where do I go??”
The air smelled dirty and stale and without even a hint of the sea in it, he reached deep inside himself to find the sea but only found an emptiness where it should of been despite hearing some kind of water lapping against wood somewhere off in the distance. The loss startled him, he quickly unbuttoned the bright red shirt and bared his shoulder as he checked it. The shoulder showed nothing except bare skin, no intricate and beautiful crashing waves were to be found. He had been abandoned by Laviku and the loss of his sea sense made him feel small and alone in the middle of the seemingly endless crowd of people.
In the distance he could hear a commotion going on. Voices were raised and almost seemed angry but he couldn’t make out what was going on. It was somewhere near but from what direction it came was another question, almost as if it was trying to elude him and his senses. The mysteries piled up one after another as he found no answers for anything.
The city towered over him as it closed in on him, nothing but buildings all around that blocked his vision. Ignored by the people surrounding him as they carried on their daily business around the city. “Where am I? This isn’t Syka?” he questioned aloud as it dawned on him that he really had no idea where he was, nor was he anywhere he remembered ever being before. His casinor was nowhere to be found either, his pants pockets were empty so he had no mizas, nor did he even have his cutlass. He looked around and then finally to the sky for his Tavan, “Camira where are you?” he asked but no one seemed to head any of his words and his companion failed to present herself.
The crowd mumbled as they talked so he could barely hear them except for a constant drone of noise. On the odd occasion when he could understand them, he could not make out what language they were speaking but it was nothing he seemed to know. He suddenly realized he no longer even knew which direction he had came from. Lost, alone, and with no memory of where or how he managed to get here. He stood in the middle of the street as Syna started to dip on the horizon, as the chimes that passed felt more like bells. Darkness would soon descend on the city to take away another of his senses. “What do I do now?” he asked himself as he tried to sort it out in his head, but even that didn’t feel completely clear but more like fighting his way to the surface of the water. “Where do I go??”
