She’d visited the Hollowed Ground with purpose, but Torchline? Honestly, she was just curious. This was the sort of place she’d thought to be a myth, a fairy story, as a child. To her, it was those things, the sort of place that could not really exist, with warm sun and blue seas and skies. There is so much color here, and she hasn’t even made it to the city. She has no idea if the stories of Haulani are true and it’s just a den of thieves, but if it is, it sounds perfect. It’s on her itinerary for this trip to visit, but she’d started at the coast and gotten rather distracted by it.
It’s hot but early, the sun is not yet sweltering, when she finds herself near the lighthouse. She has no idea where she is, but she goes to stand near the edge of the cliff, looking out over the sea and wondering what else is out there. She knew Halo was on the edge of Caido, that there was a sea beyond her home, but not like this. To get to it meant going over the mountains and even if you survived that journey, to what else? The waters were too frozen and were not, to her knowledge, navigable that far north.
Weaver pulls her scythe from behind her back, beginning to run through some drills her mother has taught her. She feels out of practice lately with all this traveling, feels as if her muscles have simply forgotten the moves. She considers taking off her shoes, as she has been doing on the beaches, enjoying the freedom of bare feet, though decides against it in case something tries to eat her. It one thing to carry your shoes through the surf, and another entirely to simply leave them sitting nearby unattended in a strange and dangerous place (after all, this is Caido, and everything is dangerous).
It’s hot but early, the sun is not yet sweltering, when she finds herself near the lighthouse. She has no idea where she is, but she goes to stand near the edge of the cliff, looking out over the sea and wondering what else is out there. She knew Halo was on the edge of Caido, that there was a sea beyond her home, but not like this. To get to it meant going over the mountains and even if you survived that journey, to what else? The waters were too frozen and were not, to her knowledge, navigable that far north.
Weaver pulls her scythe from behind her back, beginning to run through some drills her mother has taught her. She feels out of practice lately with all this traveling, feels as if her muscles have simply forgotten the moves. She considers taking off her shoes, as she has been doing on the beaches, enjoying the freedom of bare feet, though decides against it in case something tries to eat her. It one thing to carry your shoes through the surf, and another entirely to simply leave them sitting nearby unattended in a strange and dangerous place (after all, this is Caido, and everything is dangerous).
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
