79th of Winter, 511 AV It was the first clear day in a long time, with not a cloud to be seen in the sky. Syna reached down fondly, stroking everything with fingers made of light. Where once the cold would have forced an oppressive silence on the city, now was rife with the sounds of shopkeepers and vendors reopening their doors and stalls and dusting off wares that had been tucked away, of people strolling in the promise of coming warmth, of gulls frolicking above. Behind it all, the steady roar broke free from its stillness, reassuring the port city’s denizens with a steady heartbeat that had existed since the dawn of time. Though a few more cold days were ahead, spring was in the air, and after the harshness of winter, Zeltiva was waking up. The warehouse district was completely vacant. Any sailors or laborers had taken the day off to enjoy its promise, and there was not a soul to be seen on ship or street. It was because of this that two eyes, glittering black and blue, watched cautiously from below one of the piers before sinking into the depths. And it was because of this that the creature that bore those eyes slipped gracefully from the water and onto a set of slimy, half-submerged stone steps. Though Eorar had gained much more experience in the art of walking on two legs, he was not keen to risk his balance on such evil-looking steps, and utilized all four of his limbs to ascend. He had seen them betray someone else before. He wrapped his webbed fingers around the post at the head of the stairs, carefully taking his time to firmly establish his footing below him. When he felt that he was secure, he started towards his destination. The first twenty steps or so were wobbly, the next thirty were less than perfect, but he soon his stride and continued with minimum mishap. His eyes shifted back and forth furtively, making sure that he was, in fact, alone. Though he now wore a dark blue tunic in addition to his customary skintight breeches, his bright blue skin was very conspicuous. He sighed audibly in relief as he came in sight of the semi-familiar wooden sign depicting an open book, hung over a small yet orderly door, quite out of place among the peeling paint and rotting wood of its neighbors. Eorar hoped that either Andy or Astro was there, but the season’s previous chill had prevented him from making any plans with them. He hesitated, not sure if coming unannounced was acceptable abovewater, then decided to take a leap of faith and knocked one, twice, and thrice on the door. |