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16th of Summer, 514AV
The morning sky bode ill for those passing under it. Darkness seemed to roll in from the sea, bring with it the unmistakeable smell of rain.
I hate rain one of the many people visiting the docks thought to herself. It seemed she wasn't alone in those thoughts, as people seemed hurried to get under whatever scant cover was around. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell, she'd never liked rain, she hated being wet.
Her eyes narrowed in the direction of the too fast approaching cloud front. It seemed abnormal, Zeltiva usually had very mild Summers, with sunshine and beautiful tropically warm weather.
She could not remember a rain storm that seemed to make the hairs on her nape stand up as this one did. For some strange reason, however, she could not bring herself to find shelter, like she surely should.
Why she'd come to the harbour was a mystery all of it's own. It was not uncommon to see her as far from the water as one could possibly be, usually stalking around the entrance to the pass, waiting for something, though what it was she didn't know.
However, instead of her feet leading her the path to the pass in the wee hours of the morning, they'd turned her in the direction of the docks, and she'd watched as the sun had rose, and then been covered by the impending deluge.
What on Mizahar am I waiting for? Her thoughts tumbled over each other, trying to come to terms with exactly what had brought her to the one place she avoided.
A delicate hand lifted to her head, and freshly scrubbed nails scratched at her scalp. It was a mystery she wasn't going to solve standing out here.
She heard it before she felt it. The sound so similar to thousands of running feet that it was uncanny. She'd turned to look down the streets for any suspicious behaviour, preferring to keep her coin purse well attached to her person, and had spun in the direction of the sound, only to be smacked full force by what felt like a wall of water.
An almost inhuman shreik left her lips as her mind registered the horrible wetness that was now covering her. Her mind repeating a mantra of NO over and over again as the clouds released their loads upon her, and any others caught out in the rain.
She felt stuck in place, her legs refusing to move towards any shelter, anything that would protect her from the disgusting rain. Ever few moments shadows within shadows flickered in the corner of her vision, the theives were out and about.
Her hand casually slipped to where her coin purse hung, and her fingers gripped around it, reassuring herself of it's safety.
Glancing down she noticed the water beginning to lap at her boots, it seemed the rain was increasing the tide, and she didn't know how to swim in her human form, her feline having mediocre ability at it. She had to make a decision, and quickly. That decision was to hasten with all speed towards Veraline Kendrick's building, the dockmaster, and hope that she could find some shelter under the eaves of the building.
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I hate rain one of the many people visiting the docks thought to herself. It seemed she wasn't alone in those thoughts, as people seemed hurried to get under whatever scant cover was around. Her nose wrinkled in disgust at the smell, she'd never liked rain, she hated being wet.
Her eyes narrowed in the direction of the too fast approaching cloud front. It seemed abnormal, Zeltiva usually had very mild Summers, with sunshine and beautiful tropically warm weather.
She could not remember a rain storm that seemed to make the hairs on her nape stand up as this one did. For some strange reason, however, she could not bring herself to find shelter, like she surely should.
Why she'd come to the harbour was a mystery all of it's own. It was not uncommon to see her as far from the water as one could possibly be, usually stalking around the entrance to the pass, waiting for something, though what it was she didn't know.
However, instead of her feet leading her the path to the pass in the wee hours of the morning, they'd turned her in the direction of the docks, and she'd watched as the sun had rose, and then been covered by the impending deluge.
What on Mizahar am I waiting for? Her thoughts tumbled over each other, trying to come to terms with exactly what had brought her to the one place she avoided.
A delicate hand lifted to her head, and freshly scrubbed nails scratched at her scalp. It was a mystery she wasn't going to solve standing out here.
She heard it before she felt it. The sound so similar to thousands of running feet that it was uncanny. She'd turned to look down the streets for any suspicious behaviour, preferring to keep her coin purse well attached to her person, and had spun in the direction of the sound, only to be smacked full force by what felt like a wall of water.
An almost inhuman shreik left her lips as her mind registered the horrible wetness that was now covering her. Her mind repeating a mantra of NO over and over again as the clouds released their loads upon her, and any others caught out in the rain.
She felt stuck in place, her legs refusing to move towards any shelter, anything that would protect her from the disgusting rain. Ever few moments shadows within shadows flickered in the corner of her vision, the theives were out and about.
Her hand casually slipped to where her coin purse hung, and her fingers gripped around it, reassuring herself of it's safety.
Glancing down she noticed the water beginning to lap at her boots, it seemed the rain was increasing the tide, and she didn't know how to swim in her human form, her feline having mediocre ability at it. She had to make a decision, and quickly. That decision was to hasten with all speed towards Veraline Kendrick's building, the dockmaster, and hope that she could find some shelter under the eaves of the building.
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