Maea
And I hope that you don't suffer
But take the pain
But take the pain
The world was drowning in blue. Above, below, anywhere she looked there was only blue. Even the purple that striped the arc of the heavens seemed bluer than usual, without a cloud to enhance the alien color. The wind had died down after dawn and now the sun cleared away the lingering fog, and the Castaway Exchange appeared sculpted from light in the brilliant morning. Her boat spread ripples scross the mirror still surface, and it was as if the prow sliced through glass, or air, or the very fabric of reality.
The closer the oarman brought her to the market, the more ripples appeared on the surface, scattering rippling reflections of light across every structure. While it was early enoughstill to discourage all but the most eager visitors, plenty of vendors had already opened for business and called out their wares in clear voices that rang across the watery expanse.
Enamored by this sight that she had never seen before, Maea leaned our over the railing and raked her gaze over the wares. Clothes and jewelry, weapons and armor and animals marketed as companion prospects sailed by, and she saw carpets and boots of cloth of every color and pattern, tools and foodstuff and beverages both sweet and savory, with and without spirits.
Gesturing for the man who rowed her vessel to bring them over to a stall from whence a mouth-watering scent came wafting, she came away with a bag full of steaming hand pies, still scalding hot. Succulent juices burst on her tongue as she bit into one; humming delightedly at the heat and flavor of cooked meat and roasted onions, her stomach churned hungrily. Another pie turned out to be sweet, the enchanting taste of apples and spices reminding her of the fruit harvest back at home.
It was, on the whole, a very charming place, though it was not entirely a whim that brought her here. A dress required some accessories to truly shine, and she had been searching for a new pair of shoes for a while now. Shoes, and a warmer coat, and maybe something to hold back her hair... Munching on her breakfast, it was quite the delightful way to wile away the sunny morning. Roaming between the stalls with a blanket over her knees to stave off the chill of the sea, with food in hand, in no hurry to be anywhere but here.
The closer the oarman brought her to the market, the more ripples appeared on the surface, scattering rippling reflections of light across every structure. While it was early enoughstill to discourage all but the most eager visitors, plenty of vendors had already opened for business and called out their wares in clear voices that rang across the watery expanse.
Enamored by this sight that she had never seen before, Maea leaned our over the railing and raked her gaze over the wares. Clothes and jewelry, weapons and armor and animals marketed as companion prospects sailed by, and she saw carpets and boots of cloth of every color and pattern, tools and foodstuff and beverages both sweet and savory, with and without spirits.
Gesturing for the man who rowed her vessel to bring them over to a stall from whence a mouth-watering scent came wafting, she came away with a bag full of steaming hand pies, still scalding hot. Succulent juices burst on her tongue as she bit into one; humming delightedly at the heat and flavor of cooked meat and roasted onions, her stomach churned hungrily. Another pie turned out to be sweet, the enchanting taste of apples and spices reminding her of the fruit harvest back at home.
It was, on the whole, a very charming place, though it was not entirely a whim that brought her here. A dress required some accessories to truly shine, and she had been searching for a new pair of shoes for a while now. Shoes, and a warmer coat, and maybe something to hold back her hair... Munching on her breakfast, it was quite the delightful way to wile away the sunny morning. Roaming between the stalls with a blanket over her knees to stave off the chill of the sea, with food in hand, in no hurry to be anywhere but here.
Hope if everybody runs
You choose to stay
You choose to stay
