63rd of Winter 512AV
afternoon
off the coast of Syliras
afternoon
off the coast of Syliras
A tiny casinor rolled by itself offshore approximately 2 miles from the port of Syliras. The sails were stowed. The anchor was cast. Its hull was weather beaten, needed repairs and new paint. On the starboard side was painted in white Turtle, the kept result of a toddler with undeveloped phonetics that attempted to say "tidal." Someone passing at the moment might think the boat was abandoned. Until a sea otter surfaced at the tiny gain plank placed just for her so she could board the vessel on her own without being lifted by her human friend each time. She rose to the edge and dropped a small seashell onto the deck before diving back into the clear water.
The marine weasel waved her body and kicked her legs several feet down to the bottom. She rejoined her Svefran companion who was along the seafloor. The girl probed the sand using a dagger lashed to a wooden stave by rope. Whenever the tip stopped on something solid she swept the sand away from the covered mystery. Pyra had been doing this very activity since she was very little, searching for shells, clams, oysters, stones, bones, anything that interested the girl. She'd always been a strong healthy swimmer, surfacing fewer times for air than Kuger. Kuger was her otter tavan born when Pyra was 3 years old and was a much better natural at finding the coolest things. It was from Kuger's kind that Pyra learned this. She loved Kuger a lot and acted a playful jealousy that the otter was and always would be better at treasure diving. If they worked at it for days, or the whole season, they'd eventually have enough things to sell at a market. She'd usually change locations over many days when she felt she's exhausted a spot.
When the object turned out to be another rock Pyra righted herself and finned her way toward her boat. Kuger followed closely behind. At the surface lifting the goggles on her head she reached in and picked up the shell Kuger found and brought up earlier examining it closely. It was pretty with mineral colors that shined in the sunlight as she turned it. Its hues and reflection were surprising. She paused expressing no excitement for the discovery, "You suck."
Kuger always found them so easily.
The marine weasel waved her body and kicked her legs several feet down to the bottom. She rejoined her Svefran companion who was along the seafloor. The girl probed the sand using a dagger lashed to a wooden stave by rope. Whenever the tip stopped on something solid she swept the sand away from the covered mystery. Pyra had been doing this very activity since she was very little, searching for shells, clams, oysters, stones, bones, anything that interested the girl. She'd always been a strong healthy swimmer, surfacing fewer times for air than Kuger. Kuger was her otter tavan born when Pyra was 3 years old and was a much better natural at finding the coolest things. It was from Kuger's kind that Pyra learned this. She loved Kuger a lot and acted a playful jealousy that the otter was and always would be better at treasure diving. If they worked at it for days, or the whole season, they'd eventually have enough things to sell at a market. She'd usually change locations over many days when she felt she's exhausted a spot.
When the object turned out to be another rock Pyra righted herself and finned her way toward her boat. Kuger followed closely behind. At the surface lifting the goggles on her head she reached in and picked up the shell Kuger found and brought up earlier examining it closely. It was pretty with mineral colors that shined in the sunlight as she turned it. Its hues and reflection were surprising. She paused expressing no excitement for the discovery, "You suck."
Kuger always found them so easily.