02, Spring,516AV
Slowly the days passed, gracefully fortunate were they. Those somewhat harsh like days of cold chilling winter. Still though, winter was merely about to end and the season of spring was so close, one could almost sense the drafty changes through the temperature. The temperature that brings every mammal alike to enjoy and feel free in a way. The warmth exposed to ones skin the touch if Synas light. Would soon fill with eccentric calamity. Not only was it that it was Spring. It was also the new hear as well.
So much history fore goes all other current events. The history of the Valterrian. Mizahar had lived five hundred and sixteen years long after the Valterrian. It still thrived with essential life and beauty. The perfection of each and every city that managed to remain in tact. Fully. The dwellers, of Mizahar, changed very little over generation and the next. Still, people take their days with generosity, mostly and most usually tend to follow the flow. As if it were some natural current, a wave of each day passing as the waters brushed lightly or heavily for different people, heavily it lightly against the beaches or rocks that lined the edges.
Mid afternoon.
The seat that Ferrin sat at in his apartment was comfortable enough, for only a short while. The ticks seemed to pass on slowly and Jade and Ferrin were sipping tea. Fortunately, for them the taverns were within the same District. The Nettle District. Which stored the Taverns/Inns. Ferrins stomach rumbled with hunger. It was mid afternoon. And without a meal, his stomach could rumble all night.
"Hey Jade, are you hungry. We could possibly head out to the Rearing Stallion. Maybe things won't end up as bad this time, plus meals are less expensive. " Ferrin smiled warmly as he spoke gingerly. He stood up and stepped towards the wash basin. And cleaned out his cup of what once had the tea. Fortunately, he was already done with it after that last sip prior." We can gather our things and head out."
So much history fore goes all other current events. The history of the Valterrian. Mizahar had lived five hundred and sixteen years long after the Valterrian. It still thrived with essential life and beauty. The perfection of each and every city that managed to remain in tact. Fully. The dwellers, of Mizahar, changed very little over generation and the next. Still, people take their days with generosity, mostly and most usually tend to follow the flow. As if it were some natural current, a wave of each day passing as the waters brushed lightly or heavily for different people, heavily it lightly against the beaches or rocks that lined the edges.
Mid afternoon.
The seat that Ferrin sat at in his apartment was comfortable enough, for only a short while. The ticks seemed to pass on slowly and Jade and Ferrin were sipping tea. Fortunately, for them the taverns were within the same District. The Nettle District. Which stored the Taverns/Inns. Ferrins stomach rumbled with hunger. It was mid afternoon. And without a meal, his stomach could rumble all night.
"Hey Jade, are you hungry. We could possibly head out to the Rearing Stallion. Maybe things won't end up as bad this time, plus meals are less expensive. " Ferrin smiled warmly as he spoke gingerly. He stood up and stepped towards the wash basin. And cleaned out his cup of what once had the tea. Fortunately, he was already done with it after that last sip prior." We can gather our things and head out."
