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15th of Spring, 515 AV
Dawn was breaking over the horizon and with it a new day in the city of Zeltiva. The city was abuzz with renewed feelings of hope and faith. The people of Zeltiva had been visited by their patron and Father, Laviku the event had spawned many private celebrations throughout the city. Joy was practically palpable among many of the citizens who up until that point had been world weary. The visiting of Laviku had done wonders as a balm for the ailing spirits of the people.
Standing amid the sands of the beach was a young man. He carried a staff in his hands but it seemed to be of the most mundane quality. It was fashioned well implying that the young man had purchased it for specific purpose. His attire was tailored and his appearance clean. Chestnut brown hair rustled lightly in the wind. The young man edged forward touched a foot to the cool waters of Matthew’s Bay. A smile crept its way across his features. He turned his face toward the rising sun breathing in deeply. Syna’s rays swept over him with the slow but steady rising of the dawn.
“Good morning, Lady.”
The gulls called in the distance and all seemed to be at peace. The tides lapped against the shores. The city was awakening from several nights of celebration or perhaps vigils in prayer to the gods. Life would soon spill out of Zeltiva as merchants opened their shops, workers tended to the docks, and people generally went about their daily lives. The young man could picture all of it. It was a far cry from the daily routine of his own life. But that was not what had brought him to the beach. He made it a habit of visiting the sands most every morning. He enjoyed the feel of the warm sunlight as it bathed his body in golden rays.
And so it was that as Zeltiva stirred itself into awakening, a young man stole a moment from time. He took that moment to enjoy the company of naught but himself and the rising sun. It seemed a lonely ceremony but in truth it couldn’t have made him happier. This was a sacred moment. It was one to be cherished as it signified the birth of a new day and the infinite possibilities that were made possible by its beginning.
Would he enjoy in this beginning alone however?
15th of Spring, 515 AV
Dawn was breaking over the horizon and with it a new day in the city of Zeltiva. The city was abuzz with renewed feelings of hope and faith. The people of Zeltiva had been visited by their patron and Father, Laviku the event had spawned many private celebrations throughout the city. Joy was practically palpable among many of the citizens who up until that point had been world weary. The visiting of Laviku had done wonders as a balm for the ailing spirits of the people.
Standing amid the sands of the beach was a young man. He carried a staff in his hands but it seemed to be of the most mundane quality. It was fashioned well implying that the young man had purchased it for specific purpose. His attire was tailored and his appearance clean. Chestnut brown hair rustled lightly in the wind. The young man edged forward touched a foot to the cool waters of Matthew’s Bay. A smile crept its way across his features. He turned his face toward the rising sun breathing in deeply. Syna’s rays swept over him with the slow but steady rising of the dawn.
“Good morning, Lady.”
The gulls called in the distance and all seemed to be at peace. The tides lapped against the shores. The city was awakening from several nights of celebration or perhaps vigils in prayer to the gods. Life would soon spill out of Zeltiva as merchants opened their shops, workers tended to the docks, and people generally went about their daily lives. The young man could picture all of it. It was a far cry from the daily routine of his own life. But that was not what had brought him to the beach. He made it a habit of visiting the sands most every morning. He enjoyed the feel of the warm sunlight as it bathed his body in golden rays.
And so it was that as Zeltiva stirred itself into awakening, a young man stole a moment from time. He took that moment to enjoy the company of naught but himself and the rising sun. It seemed a lonely ceremony but in truth it couldn’t have made him happier. This was a sacred moment. It was one to be cherished as it signified the birth of a new day and the infinite possibilities that were made possible by its beginning.
Would he enjoy in this beginning alone however?