Spring 89, 512AV - Night
Ariann had gone through many experiences within the city of Zeltiva, but the urge to leave the city had grown far too strong. Her internal instincts burned within her, telling her that staying within the city any longer would be suicidal. Ariann had only been on land for around sixty or so days and already the harsh air was taking its toll. Ariann found her gills along her neck beginning to hurt, the skin on her arms was beginning to show signs of drying out and her eyes had begun to loose the emerald luster that they always held. She looked like a ghost of her former self and the only thing she could blame it on was nature. Charoda weren't meant to adapt to life above the waters and the mere fact that Ariann thought she could have tried told her that it was time to go.
Ariann sat upon the pier, a saddened look on her face as she splashed the water around her feet. She wore a sailor's shirt that she had been given by a doctor-figure she had met recently, her body pretty much covered by the shirt much like a dress would cover the figure of a normal human female. It was night time and Ariann looked down at the dark waters below, which was a mellow blue, interrupted only by Ariann's feet as she swished them around, her turquois skin bright against the darker backdrop of the sea as it lulled against the port. "I should head to Syliras. I've been told that it is the capitol of the world." She said to herself sadly, as if she regretted knowing the fact, "And from there, I might go to Riverfall. I hear the water there is nice and clear."
She leaned back and looked toward the moon, which was a mere sliver of it's former self. The moonlight bathed the docks with a sullen appearence, making Ariann feel even more alone. The docks were quiet, only a few passerby that came and went. Ariann was the only one who stayed at the docks for longer than a moment, besides a group of four drunken sailors outside of a nearby pub. Ariann sighed, waiting for something to tell her it was time to go for good.
