1st of Spring Something was wrong. Eorar threw off the covering of the bedroll and stood. He had woken in the middle of the night and hadn’t been able to go back to sleep. He had blamed it on the nervousness of what would be his first day at the University, but no matter what he did, he couldn’t shake it. It was a fluttering in his stomach, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him that something was off. He no longer needed to keep a hand on the wall. He knew his way around his cave by heart. He knelt by the pillar in the center where he had put his human things; his clothing, his books, his quill and paper. Running his hand over the cool leather of the bag he used to transport things to and from the surface without getting wet, almost as if hoping that it would calm him down. It didn’t. Sighing, Eorar slipped from the stone to the water. The change in temperature erased any trace of sleep, and his gills flared involuntarily as he swam through the darkness with powerful strokes, not really caring where he was going. He just needed to get out. There was a small pinprick of blue light looming ahead, which gradually became larger and larger until the tunnel opened into the sea. It was early morning, with only the barest shafts of light piercing the waves, creating weak patterns on the sandy bottom. Surveying the floor as he passed above, he watched for anything out of the ordinary. There didn’t seem to be anything. His reef was bustling with life, a small school of silver fish glinted in the distance, and Tenten bubbled up at him from below. Far away, he saw the ship graveyard. He felt a small tug, and angled towards it. |