Spring 23, 507 AV
late morning
A beautiful spring day graced the White Isle: blue sky, golden sunlight, a pleasant breeze off the sea, and multitudes of flowers beginning to show their colors. The floral bulbs were coming into their peak season, dotting the Central Gardens with yellows and reds, whites and pinks and purples. These quite nicely complemented the soft greens of new foliage, planted as they often were around the bases of shrubs and the edges of verdant greenswards. Birdsong punctuated and wove about the constant burble of water, now diving, now soaring, now dissolving into a static of chatter. Beneath even that could be heard the far softer susurrus of Konti conversation -- and the occasional visitor of another sort.
In the midst of all these things lay the Gardens' central bridge, a high arch of dark wood across which many feet had already passed today. For her part, Eleret was not passing, but lingered at the arch's peak, leaning on the rail and looking out over the waterway it spanned. She held book and ink stick in hand, but both lay idle for the moment; just now, the waterway lay bare of swan boats, and it was the boats she had come to study.
There would be more to come, of course. In just the past bell, she had seen no fewer than three boats with true swan figureheads, one leaping dolphin, two large-mouthed fish, and a soaring albatross whose wingspan had been... ambitious, to say the least. Eleret had made a note to find that one when it was docked, sometime, so she could examine the underwings for a method of bracing. She was certain there had to be one.
But for now, she waited. Fortunately, she did not wait alone.
"The dolphin was pretty. Did you see the shells they used for water droplets running off its sides?" she asked of her younger sister, turning to look at Tanell. And, incidentally, to glance up the waterway, checking for any boat which might approach from that direction.
late morning
A beautiful spring day graced the White Isle: blue sky, golden sunlight, a pleasant breeze off the sea, and multitudes of flowers beginning to show their colors. The floral bulbs were coming into their peak season, dotting the Central Gardens with yellows and reds, whites and pinks and purples. These quite nicely complemented the soft greens of new foliage, planted as they often were around the bases of shrubs and the edges of verdant greenswards. Birdsong punctuated and wove about the constant burble of water, now diving, now soaring, now dissolving into a static of chatter. Beneath even that could be heard the far softer susurrus of Konti conversation -- and the occasional visitor of another sort.
In the midst of all these things lay the Gardens' central bridge, a high arch of dark wood across which many feet had already passed today. For her part, Eleret was not passing, but lingered at the arch's peak, leaning on the rail and looking out over the waterway it spanned. She held book and ink stick in hand, but both lay idle for the moment; just now, the waterway lay bare of swan boats, and it was the boats she had come to study.
There would be more to come, of course. In just the past bell, she had seen no fewer than three boats with true swan figureheads, one leaping dolphin, two large-mouthed fish, and a soaring albatross whose wingspan had been... ambitious, to say the least. Eleret had made a note to find that one when it was docked, sometime, so she could examine the underwings for a method of bracing. She was certain there had to be one.
But for now, she waited. Fortunately, she did not wait alone.
"The dolphin was pretty. Did you see the shells they used for water droplets running off its sides?" she asked of her younger sister, turning to look at Tanell. And, incidentally, to glance up the waterway, checking for any boat which might approach from that direction.
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Eleret's Konti gift is to perceive the moods of others as one or more scents.
Eleret's Konti gift is to perceive the moods of others as one or more scents.
