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68th of Summer, 515 A.V
Early morning, Black Rock Shore
Summer 515 A.V Job Thread: Kiva gathers some aquatic life/plants, and brings them back to Tokia's tonics to be crafted.
The water was calm today, perfect for what was planned. It would have to be. Long legs stepped off the smooth rocks of Black Rock's beach, dipping beneath cool water. She released a sharp sigh, and moved further in, bare skin prickling with goosebumps as she dipped beneath the waves. "Alright, Laviku," Kiva muttered self consciously. She had never attempted to talk to the god, "I respect you... I do not know what you like, however I hope you will allow me to be successful today." With that, she lowered her head into the water, her dark hair swirling around her head like a shroud of wispy smoke.
She went deeper, opening her eyes under the salty water. The sensation stung only slightly, and she scanned the ocean floor for anything she could use. Mostly sand. Holding her breath, Kiva reached out and ran her hands through the grit. Light sand shifted to reveal a darker, smoother grain.
'Huh, I never noticed that.'
She quickly rose for air, took a few breaths, and re-submerged, going deeper until her feet could no longer touch. There was a small decline away from the cliffs, not a sudden drop off like she had been expecting. The ocean was still so foreign to her, she guessed it to be one big endless hole with strange creatures. and challenges at every turn. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that she could take a nice dip every now and then, not having to fear for her life.
As she swam, the sand began curling with its own flora. Strips of green curled and swayed in the waves, and tiny fish darted as she grew closer. She rose for a breath, and dunked under the water again. This time, she struggled to keep herself low to the bottom, waving her arms to prevent herself from floating. Her hair swished this way and that, and she brushed it from her face. Kiva reached out to feel the consistency of the plant, noting it was slimy but resilient. It's coloration was a dark green and she wanted to see it in the sunlight. Plucking a handful free, she plucked it close to the base and then kicked her feet, propelling herself to the surface.
She inhaled deeply, catching her breath and lifted her prize out of the water. The plant was thin and flaccid, sticking to her arms and draping out of her palm. But was it edible? Smelling the plant, Kiva tentatively brought it to her lips, and nibbled on it. It was salty, but had a strangely earthy taste. Very vegetable like.
Interested, Kiva began heading to the shore where her stuff laid discarded on the shore. Walking along the beach, tiny grains of sand stuck to her feet and legs, an annoyance for the girl more than anything. She pushed free of the water, wading through it and back to land a challenging task. When she was completely free of the ocean's embrace, Kiva sauntered to her stuff and dropped the bundle of seaweed on a smooth rock, drying her hands off on towel she had borrowed from her employer. It was lunch time.
Kiva's eyes scanned up the beach and along the cliffs. A few dried out pieces of driftwood littered the beach, most having been washed ashore and dried from the sun. She ran to collect them, scooping them up in her arm. The wood was worn, an ashen white, or light brown, and rather light for its size. When Kiva could carry no more, she dumped the contents on the sand and grabbed her bag.
Inside was her journal, which she retrieved first, along with another borrowed item - ink and a quill. She would return this all when she went back to Tokia's, but they allowed her temporary use. Work equipment, they called it. She was careful not to allow her hair to drip on the pages, and she flipped to a blank canvas, prepping her quill and began to write:
I am on Black Rock, in the Summer of 515. While swimming (Eastern Bay), I found a plant in ocean (growing from rocks in sand).
Kiva flipped to a past page to check the spelling of a word she had previously copied, and began investigating the plant, noting all the details. Then she continued.
Name: ?
'Characteristics:
- Long, slimy when wet. Sways in water.
- Appears darker in water. Light green in sun.
- Wavy, tapers at end.
- Edible (Myrian)
Her handwriting was naturally messy so she slowed her script, working on making each letter eligible for reading at a later time. There was so little she knew about some plants, so she paid careful attention to each one, writing details that may help her identify it at a later date. Mook was always pleased with her notes, even if they were on the messy side. 'Ah! Field work. Very good, Kiva.' he would praise, but the Myrian suspected it was because he urged her to find hobbies outside of fighting.
Botany was something that interested the young woman, and she took it's study to heart. Caiyha had many secrets and each creation was vastly different. To understand the goddess' work, would be to show her loyalty. At the thought, Kiva began drawing the plant, a scratchy sketch that to the average on-looker, would do no justice to the specimen. To her, it was just an aid to spark the memory, so that she would be able to recall her understanding.
With scratchy lines, she worked on an outline, and some scribbles for the rocks. Her drawing skills were lacking, but the feeling of pen on paper was a strangely cathartic experience for her. It was different than hitting a dummy, or working on her stances. In its own way, the sketching calmed her.
When she was finished, Kiva set her work aside, and began rummaging in her satchel for another item in her arsenal. Flint and steel. The soft wind chilled her, and she began to hit the two together in hopes of a fire. More than once a spark flew, but it did not catch. The brown eyed woman frowned, continuing her endeavors. More sparks, no fire.
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68th of Summer, 515 A.V
Early morning, Black Rock Shore
Summer 515 A.V Job Thread: Kiva gathers some aquatic life/plants, and brings them back to Tokia's tonics to be crafted.
The water was calm today, perfect for what was planned. It would have to be. Long legs stepped off the smooth rocks of Black Rock's beach, dipping beneath cool water. She released a sharp sigh, and moved further in, bare skin prickling with goosebumps as she dipped beneath the waves. "Alright, Laviku," Kiva muttered self consciously. She had never attempted to talk to the god, "I respect you... I do not know what you like, however I hope you will allow me to be successful today." With that, she lowered her head into the water, her dark hair swirling around her head like a shroud of wispy smoke.
She went deeper, opening her eyes under the salty water. The sensation stung only slightly, and she scanned the ocean floor for anything she could use. Mostly sand. Holding her breath, Kiva reached out and ran her hands through the grit. Light sand shifted to reveal a darker, smoother grain.
'Huh, I never noticed that.'
She quickly rose for air, took a few breaths, and re-submerged, going deeper until her feet could no longer touch. There was a small decline away from the cliffs, not a sudden drop off like she had been expecting. The ocean was still so foreign to her, she guessed it to be one big endless hole with strange creatures. and challenges at every turn. It was a pleasant surprise to find out that she could take a nice dip every now and then, not having to fear for her life.
As she swam, the sand began curling with its own flora. Strips of green curled and swayed in the waves, and tiny fish darted as she grew closer. She rose for a breath, and dunked under the water again. This time, she struggled to keep herself low to the bottom, waving her arms to prevent herself from floating. Her hair swished this way and that, and she brushed it from her face. Kiva reached out to feel the consistency of the plant, noting it was slimy but resilient. It's coloration was a dark green and she wanted to see it in the sunlight. Plucking a handful free, she plucked it close to the base and then kicked her feet, propelling herself to the surface.
She inhaled deeply, catching her breath and lifted her prize out of the water. The plant was thin and flaccid, sticking to her arms and draping out of her palm. But was it edible? Smelling the plant, Kiva tentatively brought it to her lips, and nibbled on it. It was salty, but had a strangely earthy taste. Very vegetable like.
Interested, Kiva began heading to the shore where her stuff laid discarded on the shore. Walking along the beach, tiny grains of sand stuck to her feet and legs, an annoyance for the girl more than anything. She pushed free of the water, wading through it and back to land a challenging task. When she was completely free of the ocean's embrace, Kiva sauntered to her stuff and dropped the bundle of seaweed on a smooth rock, drying her hands off on towel she had borrowed from her employer. It was lunch time.
Kiva's eyes scanned up the beach and along the cliffs. A few dried out pieces of driftwood littered the beach, most having been washed ashore and dried from the sun. She ran to collect them, scooping them up in her arm. The wood was worn, an ashen white, or light brown, and rather light for its size. When Kiva could carry no more, she dumped the contents on the sand and grabbed her bag.
Inside was her journal, which she retrieved first, along with another borrowed item - ink and a quill. She would return this all when she went back to Tokia's, but they allowed her temporary use. Work equipment, they called it. She was careful not to allow her hair to drip on the pages, and she flipped to a blank canvas, prepping her quill and began to write:
I am on Black Rock, in the Summer of 515. While swimming (Eastern Bay), I found a plant in ocean (growing from rocks in sand).
Kiva flipped to a past page to check the spelling of a word she had previously copied, and began investigating the plant, noting all the details. Then she continued.
Name: ?
'Characteristics:
- Long, slimy when wet. Sways in water.
- Appears darker in water. Light green in sun.
- Wavy, tapers at end.
- Edible (Myrian)
Her handwriting was naturally messy so she slowed her script, working on making each letter eligible for reading at a later time. There was so little she knew about some plants, so she paid careful attention to each one, writing details that may help her identify it at a later date. Mook was always pleased with her notes, even if they were on the messy side. 'Ah! Field work. Very good, Kiva.' he would praise, but the Myrian suspected it was because he urged her to find hobbies outside of fighting.
Botany was something that interested the young woman, and she took it's study to heart. Caiyha had many secrets and each creation was vastly different. To understand the goddess' work, would be to show her loyalty. At the thought, Kiva began drawing the plant, a scratchy sketch that to the average on-looker, would do no justice to the specimen. To her, it was just an aid to spark the memory, so that she would be able to recall her understanding.
With scratchy lines, she worked on an outline, and some scribbles for the rocks. Her drawing skills were lacking, but the feeling of pen on paper was a strangely cathartic experience for her. It was different than hitting a dummy, or working on her stances. In its own way, the sketching calmed her.
When she was finished, Kiva set her work aside, and began rummaging in her satchel for another item in her arsenal. Flint and steel. The soft wind chilled her, and she began to hit the two together in hopes of a fire. More than once a spark flew, but it did not catch. The brown eyed woman frowned, continuing her endeavors. More sparks, no fire.
Kiva's sketch :
