[Closed] Familiar Faces
Posted: Sun Mar 28, 2021 4:59 pm
38th Roalis, 2720
SHERRYS PENINSULA, NEAR THE DOCKS | PAST SUNRISE
SHERRYS PENINSULA, NEAR THE DOCKS | PAST SUNRISE
Morning seemed to be so much cooler these days, and so much more radiant and clear. Vibrantly colored whice sang to each other in the still leaves of the palm trees that hung along the coastline of the harbor, dancing in and out of the hardy scrub bushes that protected the dunes away from the main docks of Old Rose. Further out from the shore, lazy pods of dolphins arched through the shimmering gold kissed water, their dorsal fins rising and dipping like signal flags. Fishing boats were still leaving, sailors sipping rum to warm their bellies whilst breaking their fast on stodgy ship stews unlovingly prepared by bleary eyed cooks and their apprentices, tossing out crab pots along the way to their deeper sea destinations. Voices yelled from the docks, cargo to be transferred and manifestos to be checked—and of course the King’s personal lists to be quietly shuffled. Stray osta’s danced along the moored ships, looking for a free meal with delighted chirrups and purposeful purring.
Away from the business of the waking city, on the soft white sands of the beach that outlined the cove near Sherry’s peninsula, Sarinah lay down in the sand with her legs bent, hands holding two tiny ones to keep Linora’s balance where she sat on her stomach. The youngster babbled her toddler talk whilst giggling at the witch, not at all still as she bounced and wriggled in place.
“Wo chet!” The brunette would exclaim with each bounce, delighted by the peak of laughter from the boisterous child, unable to contain her own laughter at the sweet abandon of it.
“Maybe da should have a turn of this, oes boch?” She said with a giggle, lifting Nora up and off her whilst turning on her side to place her on the threadbare blanket that was spread beneath them. The smaller wick defied any seating arrangements, instead lifting on chubby legs to laugh and make a run for it.
“Oes, I see! Catch her hama!” Sarinah said with a laugh, trusting Tristaan without question to intercede before Linora made it too far from them both. She sat up, dusting sand from her where it had managed to elude the blanket, looking across the beach with a smile.
After all that had happened, all they had weathered, this was the moment of serenity they deserved. It was a moment in time, Sarinah knew this. There was a countdown somewhere, in the hands of Silas Hawke, she was aware. Or with Scarlett. Perfection wouldn’t last, but for the while whether it was pity or fear of each other, the King and Queen had let them enjoy family life.
Further up the beach, the once dancer could see an encampment, small but comfortable. A couple of kints, a fire and some crates to sit on. She’d not yet seen anyone stirring, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Perhaps they were spokes who’d indulged a little to heavily the night before.
Away from the business of the waking city, on the soft white sands of the beach that outlined the cove near Sherry’s peninsula, Sarinah lay down in the sand with her legs bent, hands holding two tiny ones to keep Linora’s balance where she sat on her stomach. The youngster babbled her toddler talk whilst giggling at the witch, not at all still as she bounced and wriggled in place.
“Wo chet!” The brunette would exclaim with each bounce, delighted by the peak of laughter from the boisterous child, unable to contain her own laughter at the sweet abandon of it.
“Maybe da should have a turn of this, oes boch?” She said with a giggle, lifting Nora up and off her whilst turning on her side to place her on the threadbare blanket that was spread beneath them. The smaller wick defied any seating arrangements, instead lifting on chubby legs to laugh and make a run for it.
“Oes, I see! Catch her hama!” Sarinah said with a laugh, trusting Tristaan without question to intercede before Linora made it too far from them both. She sat up, dusting sand from her where it had managed to elude the blanket, looking across the beach with a smile.
After all that had happened, all they had weathered, this was the moment of serenity they deserved. It was a moment in time, Sarinah knew this. There was a countdown somewhere, in the hands of Silas Hawke, she was aware. Or with Scarlett. Perfection wouldn’t last, but for the while whether it was pity or fear of each other, the King and Queen had let them enjoy family life.
Further up the beach, the once dancer could see an encampment, small but comfortable. A couple of kints, a fire and some crates to sit on. She’d not yet seen anyone stirring, and couldn’t help but chuckle. Perhaps they were spokes who’d indulged a little to heavily the night before.