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PouchEverything was peaceful. The town that kissed the coast seemed to have perfectly nestled itself into the day, and everything was as it should be. The sun was shining down, but there was little to no humidity due to the breeze. It came across the water, bringing a chill to those who felt it that contrasted the heat that the beating sun bore. The foam of the water was picked up by the wind, carried across the opening and resting on whatever it could catch on. Hair and faces, clothes and boats became covered in a mist that was not yet thick enough to leave condensation, but more than enough to make them feel at peace.
The water offered a lulling sound of the waves crashing upon themselves and raising back up, shifting lazily to the docks and beaches of the town. Boats rocked, sails caught, and the sounds of the water melded together to make a satisfying background noise that soothed the soul and allowed the mind to rest. People were taking to day slowly it seemed. There was no holiday that caused it, no reason for individuals to feel like today was unique. It wasn't that it was different at all but rather how plain and pleasant it felt that made people take their times, moving at patient paces and talking with one another without concern or worry.
Among the work of the day, above the distant sounds of bartering from the Hargeon streets, rested a few individuals who had cleared the schedules completely. Some lounged on the beach, either enjoying the cool water or lounging on the warm sand. Others found solace on their boats, pushing off the docks to either do their work or enjoy some time on the open water, unobstructed by paths or obstacles. Others still found themselves lazing on the docks, finding a place in which they were comfortable and occupying themselves with a lack of necessity.
Upon these docks at the edge of a nearly empty pier lay Finn. Legs off the corner of the dock so that his knees bent at the wood, his bare toes skimmed the surface of the water and felt the nipping of its chill. His shirt was no where to be found, showing off a body that had a surprising amount of tone to it, as well as a few prominent scars that seemed to directly conflict with his innocent appearance. His shorts were a light blue that matched the sky with stripes of aqua that reflected the ocean. In the center of his chest rested a Pegasus blue tattoo, representing the guild that he was affiliated with.
His hair spread across his face, a strand caught in his eyebrow to keep it in an obstructive position. The rest of his slightly longer locks found themselves sprawled out on the dock itself, capturing the heat of the sun within their strands. His eyes were squinted, looking at the clouds above, and his arms were sprawled out to the side without direction or purpose. He was not bored, but perfectly content. Beside the young human boy lay a dog, resting upon its stomach with his face into a rolled up blanket. From the cloth came a gentle rumble every few seconds, the bare echoes of a snore escaping the fabric. Everything was peaceful, calm, and quiet within the town. Why would those two adventurers be any different?
The water offered a lulling sound of the waves crashing upon themselves and raising back up, shifting lazily to the docks and beaches of the town. Boats rocked, sails caught, and the sounds of the water melded together to make a satisfying background noise that soothed the soul and allowed the mind to rest. People were taking to day slowly it seemed. There was no holiday that caused it, no reason for individuals to feel like today was unique. It wasn't that it was different at all but rather how plain and pleasant it felt that made people take their times, moving at patient paces and talking with one another without concern or worry.
Among the work of the day, above the distant sounds of bartering from the Hargeon streets, rested a few individuals who had cleared the schedules completely. Some lounged on the beach, either enjoying the cool water or lounging on the warm sand. Others found solace on their boats, pushing off the docks to either do their work or enjoy some time on the open water, unobstructed by paths or obstacles. Others still found themselves lazing on the docks, finding a place in which they were comfortable and occupying themselves with a lack of necessity.
Upon these docks at the edge of a nearly empty pier lay Finn. Legs off the corner of the dock so that his knees bent at the wood, his bare toes skimmed the surface of the water and felt the nipping of its chill. His shirt was no where to be found, showing off a body that had a surprising amount of tone to it, as well as a few prominent scars that seemed to directly conflict with his innocent appearance. His shorts were a light blue that matched the sky with stripes of aqua that reflected the ocean. In the center of his chest rested a Pegasus blue tattoo, representing the guild that he was affiliated with.
His hair spread across his face, a strand caught in his eyebrow to keep it in an obstructive position. The rest of his slightly longer locks found themselves sprawled out on the dock itself, capturing the heat of the sun within their strands. His eyes were squinted, looking at the clouds above, and his arms were sprawled out to the side without direction or purpose. He was not bored, but perfectly content. Beside the young human boy lay a dog, resting upon its stomach with his face into a rolled up blanket. From the cloth came a gentle rumble every few seconds, the bare echoes of a snore escaping the fabric. Everything was peaceful, calm, and quiet within the town. Why would those two adventurers be any different?
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