see the sunset turning red let all be quiet in your head and look about
"Great. C'mon."
Without really waiting you begin to walk away, your hands in your front pockets and your steps languid. He can follow or not, it's up to him, but a good urchin plays an opportunity when he sees it.
You jut your chin out to one of the ships. "See her? There's the Ark. Captain's a right wanker. She's gonna set sail soon." Your tone is languid, carrying over the hustle and bustle. Every now and then you return a nod, or a hand clasp. "Ships come in from all over, traders mostly. Goods get moved by different crews."
Rounding a corner you come to an empty stretch of dock, where a log sits with an axe embedded into it. "Know what that is?" you ask, glancing sidelong at the kid, for all the world asking him to admire a pretty flower.
Without really waiting you begin to walk away, your hands in your front pockets and your steps languid. He can follow or not, it's up to him, but a good urchin plays an opportunity when he sees it.
You jut your chin out to one of the ships. "See her? There's the Ark. Captain's a right wanker. She's gonna set sail soon." Your tone is languid, carrying over the hustle and bustle. Every now and then you return a nod, or a hand clasp. "Ships come in from all over, traders mostly. Goods get moved by different crews."
Rounding a corner you come to an empty stretch of dock, where a log sits with an axe embedded into it. "Know what that is?" you ask, glancing sidelong at the kid, for all the world asking him to admire a pretty flower.
ZEPHYR
