Timestamp: 12th Summer, 508
Tagged: Kamalia
The Zeltiva shipyards were a sight for young eyes, immense and bustling in the midday heat. Amala kept her hand clenched tightly in the ruff of her mother's fur, so she would not get lost looking up towards the ships' rigging. The ropes and masts seemed to stretch up into the sky and yet there were people up there, some scuttling about as if they weren't up high at all. Amala was amazed by it, as she had never been allowed to follow Jenon and her mother on an outing before. Her legs had always been too small and her arguments for it too weak.
She had been expecting fish, since Jenon had told her fish came from ships and her mother had said they lived in rivers or the sea. She had no way of knowing that the fish market was on the other side and the part of the dock she was standing on was mainly international trade. A gentle breeze came in, bringing with it a strong scent of salt and Amala sneezed. Her mother nipped gently at her arm in rebuke.
"Excuse me." Amala replied, knowing what her mother meant without her needing to speak.
Jenon, of course, did not notice. Katya growled slightly under her breath. The man would always be useless in her eyes but she could see no way of running away from him while she had Amala with her and a collar around her neck.
"Where is it? The dock master said it was here... Ah! There she is." Jenon said, more to himself than anyone else.
It was the most beautiful ship in the yard, immense and white, with a prow that resembled a swan. Unlike the other ships, it seemed to have wings and scales. Amala had not yet been taught of konti. She thought the ship was alive.
"What if it eats us!?" She asked to Jenon.
She stayed close to her mother as the first sailors disembarked. She hadn't noticed their scales yet but she could see that they where pale and sparkling. More beautiful than any woman she had yet seen, save her mother, who would always be the most beautiful person in her world.
Anyone looking at her would have seen a five year old with strange eyes, clutching at a handsome wolf.