Post by Shoki on Oct 31, 2012 14:06:16 GMT -8
[74.09.07] Early Afternoon-Beach
Kashpa sighed a little as she walked. She was looking for some place to get away from the chattering folk for once, so it meant she would have to get away from the people. Harpers, in general, were rumor and gossip magnets, and everyone had to tell her about some new rumor or gossip about this or that. And here she had thought she had been getting bored being at Cliffside. The moment the hatching happened, BAM, everything got interesting again. Honestly, she’d never had anything half as interesting happen while she was back at Zaran. When P’shir impressed, well that was something, but from what she had heard, hatchings like Archith’s second rarely rolled around. However, even if it was interesting, it was grating after a while. Yes I HAVE heard about the Abyss, would you kindly shut up about it? Of course, it was hardly that simple, there was always something to go along with it. Gah, she needed a long walk or something.
Winding away from the central hub of shops and people she made her way to the docks, and then distinctly took a left, away from them. If Harpers were the first magnet for news, sailors were the second. Back with her family she was born to a family entirely made of gossip magnets. Oh, her youngest sister might not have selected a trade yet, but she was fairly confident in her future. Unless of course she got searched at some point. In that case, like P’shir, she would be involved in making news, while probably spreading it around as well. Kashpa tried to imagine the dream dragon in her mind again, but it was all hazy, merely a whirl of described colors. She still had time enough to wait until P’shir’s dragon was old enough to fly out on his own, and then he could visit her with his dragon in tow. She stopped and looked at the beach she was on, and found a rock to sit on. Sometimes she wondered if P’shir was going to have all the fun in life, but she chided herself almost instantly. The reason she felt this way was because she didn’t have a new challenge yet. Coming all the way here had been a trip but she was a bit stuck now. Becoming a Masterhaper was in the dim reaches of her mind, but there was something hollow about it. She needed something, but she didn’t know what it was yet. She took in a deep breath from the breeze coming off the sea, ocean air surrounding her with its smell.
To want something was what she needed, but she could only come up with distant nothings at the moment. So she merely sighed and thought of a hundred stories. A thousand nights of stories to save her life, maybe that would do. She continued to ponder stories, life and the future as she sat on the rock by the sea.
Kashpa sighed a little as she walked. She was looking for some place to get away from the chattering folk for once, so it meant she would have to get away from the people. Harpers, in general, were rumor and gossip magnets, and everyone had to tell her about some new rumor or gossip about this or that. And here she had thought she had been getting bored being at Cliffside. The moment the hatching happened, BAM, everything got interesting again. Honestly, she’d never had anything half as interesting happen while she was back at Zaran. When P’shir impressed, well that was something, but from what she had heard, hatchings like Archith’s second rarely rolled around. However, even if it was interesting, it was grating after a while. Yes I HAVE heard about the Abyss, would you kindly shut up about it? Of course, it was hardly that simple, there was always something to go along with it. Gah, she needed a long walk or something.
Winding away from the central hub of shops and people she made her way to the docks, and then distinctly took a left, away from them. If Harpers were the first magnet for news, sailors were the second. Back with her family she was born to a family entirely made of gossip magnets. Oh, her youngest sister might not have selected a trade yet, but she was fairly confident in her future. Unless of course she got searched at some point. In that case, like P’shir, she would be involved in making news, while probably spreading it around as well. Kashpa tried to imagine the dream dragon in her mind again, but it was all hazy, merely a whirl of described colors. She still had time enough to wait until P’shir’s dragon was old enough to fly out on his own, and then he could visit her with his dragon in tow. She stopped and looked at the beach she was on, and found a rock to sit on. Sometimes she wondered if P’shir was going to have all the fun in life, but she chided herself almost instantly. The reason she felt this way was because she didn’t have a new challenge yet. Coming all the way here had been a trip but she was a bit stuck now. Becoming a Masterhaper was in the dim reaches of her mind, but there was something hollow about it. She needed something, but she didn’t know what it was yet. She took in a deep breath from the breeze coming off the sea, ocean air surrounding her with its smell.
To want something was what she needed, but she could only come up with distant nothings at the moment. So she merely sighed and thought of a hundred stories. A thousand nights of stories to save her life, maybe that would do. She continued to ponder stories, life and the future as she sat on the rock by the sea.