Date: 18th of Spring, 514
It had been an eventful winter, one Finian couldn't decide had gone by too fast or had lasted too long. Perhaps it was a strange paradox of both. It hadn't been a profitable season, however, though the blond shipwright had enjoyed his experiences despite the lack of Mizas in his pockets. Such was the will of Laviku, who'd still provided plenty to eat, enjoyable companionship, and satisfying work.
The young Svefra had no complaints.
When the seasons began to change and his repairs had been completed, he'd felt the shift in the tides and the tug to move on. It wasn't entirely an easy decision, but Ian had enough trouble sitting still, let alone commitment to anything other than his craft. Perhaps one day he could be persuaded otherwise, perhaps in some other season things would change. The Suvan called again and he answered. Despite his restlessness, his curiosity had been peaked and he found himself pointing his casinor in the direction of Riverfall, if only because of his over-wintering companion's fascination with it. Whether or not she'd meet him there or not was something he decided to leave to chance.
The dried fish from his winter stay somehow managed to last his journey southwest, and by the time the tall cliffs with the city of Riverfall itself carved into its rocky sides came into view, he knew that he'd have to find work or friendship sooner rather than later for this new season to be as enjoyable as the last. As the roar of the waterfall that spilled the Bluevein River into the Suvan began to fill the air and the mist of it's forceful downfall crept over the waves, Ian briefly wondered if he'd truly made the best choice.
A few other small ships, mostly fishing vessels and a few other casinor filled the bay, and at least one or two impressively large merchant ships hulked their way through the mist. For several chimes, however, the blond Svefra let his own sails luff uselessly in the wind, leaning against his tiller while taking in the sights. His doubt melted into the salty fog as his lagoon blue eyes took in just the hints of the city sights, fascinated. Just as he found himself lost in his thoughts, however, some other fisherman was shouting at him to get out of the way and he was forced to put his ship back into motion. Tugging at the mains'l line and ducking his boom as he tilted his ship back into the wind, Finian began the slow, slightly dangerous crawl to the docks, dodging the crowd of other small ships as well as the rocky jetties that stuck up from the bay like teeth from the open maw of the Bluevein high above.
He passed the remains of ships who had not been so fortunate as himself, bumped a few fishermen out of the way with some half-hearted apologies, and barely kept himself from tangling with a merchant vessel. By the time the shipwright found a suitable spot on the Docks and moored his home, he was both hungry and eager to see more of the city than it's aggravating bay.
Scraping together the last of his Mizas and slinging his rucksack over his shoulder. Ian realized he was forgetting one thing: his tavan. With an impatient whistle, he called out for the young otter, who took his sweet time clambering over the deck and rolling into the shipwright's calloused hands. Scooping the little albino thing up and onto his shoulder, he slid from the deck of his casinor to the wet docks and steeled himself for a round of questioning from whatever blue manbeast he would be encountering before being granted any entrance to Riverfall proper.
No, he wasn't just visiting. Yes, he'd be interested in employment. Shipwrighting. Carpentry. Mindless dock work. Loading, unloading. Anything would do. Yes, he agreed to the laws, in principle of course ... in practice, well, he'd have to see about that. Yes, he'd happily return the scroll on his way out; it wasn't like he was going to read it all anyway. (No, he didn't say that out loud.) He didn't have much for the Dockmaster, and winced as he hefted over his last gold Miza. He wasn't sure how long he'd be staying, so he simply put down what he thought would be fair for quite some time. His casinor didn't take up much room anyway, right?
Well. Now he'd have to find some work for sure. Perhaps he'd come back to the Dockmaster later, after a meal and a look-see.
And with that, Finian had arrived at the first city he'd ever visited (back when he was just a sea squirt of a Svefra), and the first city he'd bothered to visit in at least a year or so.
It had been an eventful winter, one Finian couldn't decide had gone by too fast or had lasted too long. Perhaps it was a strange paradox of both. It hadn't been a profitable season, however, though the blond shipwright had enjoyed his experiences despite the lack of Mizas in his pockets. Such was the will of Laviku, who'd still provided plenty to eat, enjoyable companionship, and satisfying work.
The young Svefra had no complaints.
When the seasons began to change and his repairs had been completed, he'd felt the shift in the tides and the tug to move on. It wasn't entirely an easy decision, but Ian had enough trouble sitting still, let alone commitment to anything other than his craft. Perhaps one day he could be persuaded otherwise, perhaps in some other season things would change. The Suvan called again and he answered. Despite his restlessness, his curiosity had been peaked and he found himself pointing his casinor in the direction of Riverfall, if only because of his over-wintering companion's fascination with it. Whether or not she'd meet him there or not was something he decided to leave to chance.
The dried fish from his winter stay somehow managed to last his journey southwest, and by the time the tall cliffs with the city of Riverfall itself carved into its rocky sides came into view, he knew that he'd have to find work or friendship sooner rather than later for this new season to be as enjoyable as the last. As the roar of the waterfall that spilled the Bluevein River into the Suvan began to fill the air and the mist of it's forceful downfall crept over the waves, Ian briefly wondered if he'd truly made the best choice.
A few other small ships, mostly fishing vessels and a few other casinor filled the bay, and at least one or two impressively large merchant ships hulked their way through the mist. For several chimes, however, the blond Svefra let his own sails luff uselessly in the wind, leaning against his tiller while taking in the sights. His doubt melted into the salty fog as his lagoon blue eyes took in just the hints of the city sights, fascinated. Just as he found himself lost in his thoughts, however, some other fisherman was shouting at him to get out of the way and he was forced to put his ship back into motion. Tugging at the mains'l line and ducking his boom as he tilted his ship back into the wind, Finian began the slow, slightly dangerous crawl to the docks, dodging the crowd of other small ships as well as the rocky jetties that stuck up from the bay like teeth from the open maw of the Bluevein high above.
He passed the remains of ships who had not been so fortunate as himself, bumped a few fishermen out of the way with some half-hearted apologies, and barely kept himself from tangling with a merchant vessel. By the time the shipwright found a suitable spot on the Docks and moored his home, he was both hungry and eager to see more of the city than it's aggravating bay.
Scraping together the last of his Mizas and slinging his rucksack over his shoulder. Ian realized he was forgetting one thing: his tavan. With an impatient whistle, he called out for the young otter, who took his sweet time clambering over the deck and rolling into the shipwright's calloused hands. Scooping the little albino thing up and onto his shoulder, he slid from the deck of his casinor to the wet docks and steeled himself for a round of questioning from whatever blue manbeast he would be encountering before being granted any entrance to Riverfall proper.
No, he wasn't just visiting. Yes, he'd be interested in employment. Shipwrighting. Carpentry. Mindless dock work. Loading, unloading. Anything would do. Yes, he agreed to the laws, in principle of course ... in practice, well, he'd have to see about that. Yes, he'd happily return the scroll on his way out; it wasn't like he was going to read it all anyway. (No, he didn't say that out loud.) He didn't have much for the Dockmaster, and winced as he hefted over his last gold Miza. He wasn't sure how long he'd be staying, so he simply put down what he thought would be fair for quite some time. His casinor didn't take up much room anyway, right?
Well. Now he'd have to find some work for sure. Perhaps he'd come back to the Dockmaster later, after a meal and a look-see.
And with that, Finian had arrived at the first city he'd ever visited (back when he was just a sea squirt of a Svefra), and the first city he'd bothered to visit in at least a year or so.
