3rd of Winter Eorar flexed his hands experimentally. They tingled, but were otherwise sound. A nasty scar stretched across his left hand and a few more dotted his right, but they were healed well. He grinned and took off through the docks, relishing his almost-forgotten speed. After a season living in and around the Zeltivan port the quality of the water no longer bothered him, and he hardly noticed as it started to clear as he headed into the open bay. It felt so good to go fast again. Since his mishap with the fishing hook, he had been forced to exercise utmost caution to prevent any of his blood from spilling into the water, and it had paid off. Ever since fall had started to get underway, Eorar had retreated farther and farther into the water, surfacing only to purchase essentials. It was unbelievably frigid, and any time spent up there was bordering agony. He hadn’t seen Astrolabe since he had met Andy, and he doubted he would until winter was over. He definitely couldn’t take a University course. He’d hold off until the weather was warmer. After all, he hadn’t paid yet. One thing, however, couldn’t wait. Eorar needed to find a home. Ever since his arrival he had been sleeping in a rock bed half a mile or so from the city, and that needed to change. Though it had been put off, the charoda was nevertheless still going to go to the University and learn. He needed a place to put paper and cloth and ink and things that couldn’t get wet, and he needed to find a place that was underwater and protected from winter. He had noticed that the submerged cliff sides were riddled with holes, and at least one of them ought to have a sufficient air bubble. But first thing first. He needed to check his reef. |