25 Spring, 515 AV
"Wow."
Akilah never could quite get used to the sight in front of her, the wide, dark sea. While her city followed the coast on its annual migration route, more often than not she spent her time looking within. Toward the plains and wild grasses.
So rarely did she turn her eye back out to the sea and perhaps that was wrong of her. It glimmered under the sun, invitingly. Maybe she could find a path later leading safely down to the shore--she doubted it, the cliffs around her stretch on forever, but maybe.
In the distance she could see tiny boats, people who lived on that sea. Lived there without setting foot on land for months on end. She couldn't imagine it, couldn't imagine living in such a small confined area. Where would she ride her strider?
And the sea animals that lived there...their shapes weird and colourful. All of that, under that sparkling water.
Maybe she should go get a book about it while she was here. Turning her head, she could see the roofs of Riverfall, the houses standing piled on cliffside. How did they do that? Behind her, Adámas whickered nervously, nudging her shoulders with her wet nose.
"Moving back," she said, her fingers signing that she got it already. At times like these, her horse got a little too motherly. The cliffs were beautiful but that wasn't her purpose here today.
No, today she was going to try to map out the cliffs near riverfall. Pulling out her pad, she noted the number of steps it too for her to get to this point of the cliff from the last one. She'd gotten used to using her steps to keep track of scale, though she should probably be using something more accurate.
Maybe next time they got around here.
It had taken her fifteen steps from her last checkpoint, fifteen steps perched too close to the edge for her strider's comfort but not close enough for Akilah. Worrywort, she gestured and her horse bit her shoulder gently in annoyance. "Alright, I get it." She pushed her partner's mouth away and sat down. Looking back at her path, she noted the north-easterly route she had taken.
Flipping the page, she quickly started to sketch out the cliff, the shape of it. The rough curves as it jutted out from the land. It was almost square in shape, compared to the smoother cliffs around it, and she wondered if something had happened to make it like that.
Maybe it was design. Semele wanting something a little different here and there.
Her cliff was starting to jut out a little too much, exaggerated, and she stared at it for a moment. Should she erase the lines? She had the footsteps to give her the real size of it all, but what if she looked at it later and thought the footsteps were wrong?
Better to erase, then. She carefully erased the lines, starting to draw the cliff again. Her pencil sketched slowly, repeating the lines in some places, before she finally got what she wanted.
Not that it looked like it should. The maps they had at home looked much better--how did they ever draw those things?
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