13th of Spring, 514 AV
"Aye, kid, get those ropes pulled tight! You're gonna send us flying off into the Suvan with that limp arm!"
As foreign as the Fratava was to Aladari, she knew full well the tone of reprimand. She had heard it all throughout her youth, and especially on boats. Being in the back of the boat, she could not see the captain's face, really, but in her mind, she could see his expression; he would have his brow scrunched up into the middle of his forehead, and his startlingly blue eyes would be peeled wide open. Aladari sighed at the mental picture, but pulled the tiller ropes tighter. Then she hollered back an affirmative "Aye."
There was a grumbling from somewhere behind her and a creaking, swishing sound as the sails were rotated to keep the wind. Then, the ship was silent again as the crew members sat down on deck, and there was only the soft rocking of waves against the boat's edge and the sounds of the Svefra's tavan splashing in the water beside them. Aladari loosened her grip again, glancing behind her as she did so to check that no one was watching. Free of responsibility for a chime, the young Vantha excitedly leaned over the side of the ship, watching the soft blue waters pass by them and wondering at its clarity.
She had been at sea for nearly forty days now, and besides the Svefra captain, she seemed to be the only one still enjoying herself. Aladari never grew old of the sea, no matter where she was, but as they neared Mura, it appeared as though it grew clearer, bluer, more gentle, and she felt her love for it grow.
But she had been in the back of the boat so long, and paid so little attention, that she hardly knew they were nearing Mura until the scout shouted the crew's favorite words.
"Land, ho!"
There was a buzz about the deck, and the sound of stampeding feet as the crew members flocked to the edge of the ship. Aladari, not one to be left out of anything, rushed to the same side shortly after. "Move it! I wanna see!" She urged. A few of the sailors glared at her for not using Fratava, but they moved anyway, allowing the short Vantha to see past the rails. And there was the city.
It wasn't necessarily tall, as some cities were. Nor was it incredibly colorful. However, there was a special light about it, as though Syna herself had kissed the very land. The docks before them were simple, in soft colors with adorable, animal-shaped boats. Aladari mouthed her amazement in silent motions, her eyes widening into a brilliant green. Immediately entranced, Aladari rushed away, pushing through the small cluster of crew to reach her supplies. She would be the first one to set foot if she had to fight someone to do it.
And indeed, she was. She moved onto the little boats, and then onto the dock, faster than any of the others could even gather their shoes. Behind her, the rest of the crew settled in, stretching their legs, paying the friendly woman for usage of the dock, and asking directions to lodging. Aladari looked around unabashedly, mouth agape and a small bag of coppers tinkling at her belt. As soon as she heard the woman's tinkling voice announce that they were free to enter the city, Aladari scurried over to the imposing gateway. Without so much as a goodbye to the men she had just spent 40 days with, Aladari began to wander off, on her way to explore. |
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