a ship is safe in harbor
but that's not what ships are for
but that's not what ships are for
Asta didn’t seem remotely bothered by the alterations – probably many had done so before him as an Ancient. She grinned, all sunshine and roses, on a morning dais with nothing burdening the horizons save for errands that needed to be run. “I was hoping to get some of this soil for the Dragoons’ gardens,” she mentioned, already beginning to slide her hands into the dark loam and placing it within her basket – she’d have to be very careful not to dump any out on the way home. “If you’d like – I hope I’m not taking you away from any business you might have here.” Reasons for journeying to Apopo might be different depending on one’s race; she could imagine many of his kind soaking up the heat of the volcanic region.
Though she was momentarily distracted by the sight of the tumsea below, rising from the waves in a beautiful stroke of fortune and kismet. “Oh, a tumsea!” She pointed out – excitement clearly written on her features. Given the nature of their existence, not many came to the Celestine; so any opportunity to catch such a creature was wondrous. “Must be a good omen for the day.”
Though she was momentarily distracted by the sight of the tumsea below, rising from the waves in a beautiful stroke of fortune and kismet. “Oh, a tumsea!” She pointed out – excitement clearly written on her features. Given the nature of their existence, not many came to the Celestine; so any opportunity to catch such a creature was wondrous. “Must be a good omen for the day.”
Lena
