21st Day of Summer, 514 AV The seasons were a totally different thing above the crashing waves, beneath the water the seasons were differed by what was in the seas and oceans at the time, and a slight difference in the temperatures of the water and the strength of the currents. Up here though, the seasons seemed to be something else entirely – it was summer and the temperature was so much higher than Naredu had ever experienced. It wasn’t warmth that was nice to feel against the skin, it was a heat that dried out the Charoda’s skin and it was uncomfortable, he knew he could only spend only so much time outside of the water, he had been warned of such before he had left home and he had been trying to get used to it the more time that he spent in Riverfall but Naredu still found himself spending more time in the sea than he did on the land. Today however he was determined to get a much better look at the structures of the city, he wanted to understand why the surface dwellers built their cities in the way that they did. Charbosi was a grand city that was entirely natural – grown from the very living beings that inhabited the world beneath the waves, the surface dwellers though. They cut and carved, and built and changed their natural habitat to suit their needs. Their structures reached tall and were carved out of a variety of materials; they were not made, from living organisms, not as far as Naredu could tell anyway. They were dead, lifeless, and soulless. However they were also complex, sound, and built to last their shapes and architecture was interesting and it was what Naredu had wanted to learn about most while he was off exploring the world. He wanted to learn new techniques, and bring them home to Charbosi. Leaving his apartment shortly after the sun rose, before the temperatures became too hot him to bare, he moved upwards into the city. There were other strange customs that the surface dwellers had that the Charoda did not in Charbosi. Clothing was one – he was used to swimming free and not being bogged down by the clothing that the surface dwellers clothed themselves in. As he wandered upwards through the tiers of the city, Naredu wandered what Caiyah made of the surface dwellers cities. Did she approve of them? Were they frowned upon? Given how well looked after the city of Riverfall was, Naredu had to believe that Caiyah must approve of the surface dwellers cities. Although they were not natural, they appeared to blend in with the environment and those that lived in the city seemed to care for the environment in which they lived in. Wandering through the streets of the city, Naredu’s greenish eyes were often aimed upwards towards the buildings walls, roofs and features. All things that he wanted to see if he could someday replicate in his own coral growth. It was still very early stages for that though, while he could build basic structures to protect himself from the dangers of the ocean floor, one day he dreamed to be able to create structures not entirely dissimilar from the ones that the surface dwellers built in Riverfall. Weaving in and out of the various peoples that went about their daily lives in the city, Naredu found his way to the Valkalah Academy. He wasn’t interested in going inside of it not. He was more interested in just standing outside of it, his eager eyes eating up every dome, spire and column that he could see. This was truly a remarkable piece of architecture, the detail and complexity of the building. The problem was, while he was focused on the building itself, he wasn’t paying all that much attention to exactly where he was going. |