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| Drowning of the Senses; Macadamia! :O | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 15 2011, 08:46 AM (119 Views) | |
| Zygus | Nov 15 2011, 08:46 AM Post #1 |
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Yišoġowt’in më p’oragrowaç hogow ew mort’i mēǰ.
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The air here tasted of salt, and the sound of the tide was the whisper under everything. Standing there, on the shore, Zygus thought, rather fancifully, of the pulse of the earth, perhaps the heartbeat of Merasin itself, for there could be no other explanation for the way this great mass of water moved. He had never seen this much water in his life- as great as the desert, stretching all the way to the horizon, the waves moving in such a way that held him in an awed trance, overloaded his senses. His mind comprehended, vaguely, in this trance, that he should be in the nearby town, simply named Sefross, trying to find clients for whom he could engrave or enchant things. He'd done several commissions already- strengthening a sword or two, beautifying a few weapons, fixing jewelry and so on. Made a bit of money. But he felt wearied by the work, which was repetitive and limiting. He missed shaping his own weapons, the clashing and heat of the forge; instead, he was asked to make the shape of a rose on a scimitar when he hardly knew what a rose was...And so he came out here to stare at the ocean, drown in the sights and sounds. He did not touch the water, did not even let the surf reach his toes. Though he could swim, having learned in the oasis, he feared the turmoil of the water here, feared being swept out and dragged under. Simply stood and stared for a time, thinking, tracing the course of events that had led him here, like running fingers over the grain of rough wood. From a life, though damaged, still rich with possibility to this- exiled and outcast. He repeated flashes of images in his mind- his enemy's blue eyes, the blood speckling his sand, the ragged tears across his chest...And now this. His mind became exhausted with this and he started to desire the distraction of work again, the way it swept all the thoughts from him mind, leaving him clean and unburdened. Slowly, he turned his back on the ocean, on Merasin's pulse, and made his way back up to the town, squinting in the noonday sun towards the buildings perched up on a hill. Perhaps he'd visit the tavern, like humans seemed to enjoy doing. He hadn't much experience with alcohol- he hadn't cared for the palm wine the Ophites back home consumed. In any case, people saved it for special occasions, never drinking so frequently as humans did. But he'd have to learn how to fit in some how, that meant adopting a custom or two. He headed for the tavern here and ducked through the entrance, having to stoop significantly to fit through. It was a small place, with the windows open to receive the mild weather. Only a few people here- sitting in corners, traders presumably, as they hardly spared him a second glance. The owner appeared from somewhere, looking questioningly at the Ophite. As he approached, he asked, "What is it that you want?" Zygus sat, a dread sinking in him. He hadn't thought this over very well- he didn't even know what forms humans consumed their alcohol in, really, though he had heard the word "beer" mentioned. So that was what he asked for, though the word sounded distorted coming out of his mouth. He added hurriedly- "In a bowl please." Cups were difficult to drink from- he'd learn to start asking for bowls when being served beverages. The man gave him a confused look but asked no more, taking a coin and hurrying to get the drink. When given the bowl, Zygus looked at the golden fluid warily, and then tipped it into his mouth as politely as possible- and nearly spit it out again. This tastes like piss! He preferred even the cloying sweetness of palm wine to this. With some difficulty, he swallowed, though it was obvious that the owner had seen the look on his face- he glowered, evidently offended by Zygus' obvious displeasure, and said, "What, don't you like it?" Zygus replied truthfully, as he always did, "No." "Then perhaps you should get out." "I have paid. I will stay." He wouldn't waste his money this way. He'd learn to enjoy this drink. Determined, he took another gulp, and looked around briefly, daring anyone else to get him to leave. |
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