79th Day of Summer, 510 AV
In the conservative region far from the chaotic edge, individual elements coalesce slowly, showing no clear pattern.
Dawn broke over Riverfall with abandon that could only be found in Summer. Light crept through the top tier of the city while shadows still clung to their dominance in the lower levels. Today would be another day of industry in the home of the Akalak. Children would train, smiths would forge, and miners would set off into the earth. This was a city soon to hum with productivity, a haven of opportunity.
Even the animals had embraced the aura. The fauna of Sanctuary had long since grown accustomed to the opportunities hands presented. Not because they had any, but rather because the hands gave them so many nice things. When the sun rose, each animal received its due. So now they stirred from slumber, somnambulists until food slid down their gullet.
To best facilitate the awakening of the animals, hands must be present. Kavala too, had long since grown accustomed to the opportunities hands presented. Now her internal clock roused her, waking with the dawn and the animals. Looking about her, the Konti found the usual company of three: Akela, Flick, and Dyrid. She also knew that Raiha would soon awaken in the mews. The room Kavala awoke in was the same as always, harboring the Drykas like furtniture she was so accustomed to. Both the room and friends were familiar, almost nothing was out of place.
Kavala felt a cold dampness on her skin though, as if she had just emerged from the lake of the White Isle. Her hands would meet only dry skin or cloth though. The strong stench of the ocean met Kavala's nose. It almost seemed as if Laviku had deposited it into the Suvan overnight, everything was permeated with the smell.
Time was cut short for ponderance of the mystery at hand, for Kavala's medicine bag suddenly writhed about. It tipped over with a clatter, and a scalpel cut through the siding of the kit. The razor sharp knife floated in a small wisp of mist, and darted through the air above Kavala's head. It impacted the wall, and dragged itself across the wooden surface to carve out a sequence of letters. Coalinga.
Had they not already, the others would awaken soon.