31st of Summer, 508 AV
Light dripped from the window in small streams, illuminating only minuscule parts of the room. The port-side window normally only let in a negligible amount of light into Alyra's quarters, but it seemed to be letting in even less this morning. Alyra wouldn't have even know it was day if it weren't for the glassy spirals attached to her head; that is how dismal it was.
The Eth groaned to life. Her eyes opened, but they were the only part of her that moved. Every joint in her body ached from stiffness, creaking after every movement. Sometimes, if she breathed too hard, her spine would crack. It was terrible, and unfair. She hadn't done any exercising, she hadn't been in a fight, and yet her body was sore. Kevers had told her that it was her “earning her sea legs”, and Alyra fully believed it: it felt as though a new set of legs was forcing its way out of her body, and it was annoying.
Slowly, Alyra woke the rest of her body up. She pushed herself up, rolling her neck in both directions for a few ticks then doing the same to both of her shoulders. With a deep sigh, she then stood. The boat rocked no more than its usual back-and-forth bobbing, but it still threw the woman off her balance. She flung her arms out, partially to regain some of the balance and partially to prevent herself from smacking her head on anything. When she was confident enough, Alyra began to systematically shake out the rest of her body. First, she loosened her arms by flailing them around like a freak. In the process of shaking out her arms, Alyra caught a glimpse of her reflection and laughed; I look crazy.
Her laughter must've woken up Nash, because he soon came tumbling across the room. He was clumsy for a cat, often tripping over loose dock planks, or his own tail. His paws weren't large, but he still managed to trip over them. It was almost like he forgot he had four paws. With all of his clumsiness, though, came a sort of klutzy momentum. The cat happily threw himself at adventure, and stumbling seemed to only heighten that eagerness. Instead of being beaten by a fall, the little kitten always picked himself up and flew forward with even more energy. Which, though admirable, Alyra had to admit it wasn't the smartest—or safest—idea. But, still. It was adorable all the same.
Alyra reached for her toes. It was a struggle; the boat made balancing much harder than it needed to be, the rocking throwing her off kilter every few ticks. After a few unsuccessful attempts and one close-call fall, Alyra finally decided to just give up. Carefully, she crossed the room and shrugged into her usual day-to-day outfit: a white linen dress and no shoes. If she were going into Sunberth, she'd probably grab her boots. On the boat, though, Alyra found being barefoot helped maintain her balance better. Of course that means more splinters than before, but she didn't want to risk stumbling then toppling overboard.
Light dripped from the window in small streams, illuminating only minuscule parts of the room. The port-side window normally only let in a negligible amount of light into Alyra's quarters, but it seemed to be letting in even less this morning. Alyra wouldn't have even know it was day if it weren't for the glassy spirals attached to her head; that is how dismal it was.
The Eth groaned to life. Her eyes opened, but they were the only part of her that moved. Every joint in her body ached from stiffness, creaking after every movement. Sometimes, if she breathed too hard, her spine would crack. It was terrible, and unfair. She hadn't done any exercising, she hadn't been in a fight, and yet her body was sore. Kevers had told her that it was her “earning her sea legs”, and Alyra fully believed it: it felt as though a new set of legs was forcing its way out of her body, and it was annoying.
Slowly, Alyra woke the rest of her body up. She pushed herself up, rolling her neck in both directions for a few ticks then doing the same to both of her shoulders. With a deep sigh, she then stood. The boat rocked no more than its usual back-and-forth bobbing, but it still threw the woman off her balance. She flung her arms out, partially to regain some of the balance and partially to prevent herself from smacking her head on anything. When she was confident enough, Alyra began to systematically shake out the rest of her body. First, she loosened her arms by flailing them around like a freak. In the process of shaking out her arms, Alyra caught a glimpse of her reflection and laughed; I look crazy.
Her laughter must've woken up Nash, because he soon came tumbling across the room. He was clumsy for a cat, often tripping over loose dock planks, or his own tail. His paws weren't large, but he still managed to trip over them. It was almost like he forgot he had four paws. With all of his clumsiness, though, came a sort of klutzy momentum. The cat happily threw himself at adventure, and stumbling seemed to only heighten that eagerness. Instead of being beaten by a fall, the little kitten always picked himself up and flew forward with even more energy. Which, though admirable, Alyra had to admit it wasn't the smartest—or safest—idea. But, still. It was adorable all the same.
Alyra reached for her toes. It was a struggle; the boat made balancing much harder than it needed to be, the rocking throwing her off kilter every few ticks. After a few unsuccessful attempts and one close-call fall, Alyra finally decided to just give up. Carefully, she crossed the room and shrugged into her usual day-to-day outfit: a white linen dress and no shoes. If she were going into Sunberth, she'd probably grab her boots. On the boat, though, Alyra found being barefoot helped maintain her balance better. Of course that means more splinters than before, but she didn't want to risk stumbling then toppling overboard.
(Keep in mind I can be slow with replies sometimes due to my offspring still being such a young one.)
