[OPEN] Shelter from the rain
Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 7:26 am
Cannady took a deep breath as she stepped back onto solid ground. She had missed the ocean air and the rocking of a boat, but that was so long ago that she was nearly afraid that she gotten seasick. Golden light painted the port against a canvas of orange and pink clouds. Sails and ropes danced in the wind, and seagulls swooped and squawked through the air. Cannady only spared a glance, too busy squeezing through the crowd on the dock. Right hand on pocketbag, left hand on polearm. Watch for roaming hands, she reminded herself.
There was a faint scent of rain in the air. Though she was fairly certain somebody on the boat had mentioned needing to register and/or go to the overseer's office, the idea of finishing that meeting only to be drenched by a downpour did not appeal to her. Plus, it was a good time for dinner.
Cannady followed the dirt path until people grew sparse, and leaned her back on a building wall. Nobody was paying her any mind. She pulled a lock of hair over her right eye, shut it, and let her familiar stretch its wings.
Whoa. Cannady knew the island was small, but still! She could see the whole island from only a few meters up in the sky! In the furthest distance was a singular patch of trees next to a building. Stairs into the underground- the dungeon, presumably, was surrounded by a good swathe of empty grass. The town square was near her, and the port behind- oh. She had completely missed the overseer's home when she arrived. Oops. Too late now, she supposed.
The first raindrop hit her familiar's wing, sending it tumbling as it returned to Cannady's hairpin. She bit back the ensuing dizziness, barely stumbling as she scanned the nearby buildings for signs of food, or at least open doors. She ducked under a doorframe just as the roar of water hit the road outside.
There was a faint scent of rain in the air. Though she was fairly certain somebody on the boat had mentioned needing to register and/or go to the overseer's office, the idea of finishing that meeting only to be drenched by a downpour did not appeal to her. Plus, it was a good time for dinner.
Cannady followed the dirt path until people grew sparse, and leaned her back on a building wall. Nobody was paying her any mind. She pulled a lock of hair over her right eye, shut it, and let her familiar stretch its wings.
Whoa. Cannady knew the island was small, but still! She could see the whole island from only a few meters up in the sky! In the furthest distance was a singular patch of trees next to a building. Stairs into the underground- the dungeon, presumably, was surrounded by a good swathe of empty grass. The town square was near her, and the port behind- oh. She had completely missed the overseer's home when she arrived. Oops. Too late now, she supposed.
The first raindrop hit her familiar's wing, sending it tumbling as it returned to Cannady's hairpin. She bit back the ensuing dizziness, barely stumbling as she scanned the nearby buildings for signs of food, or at least open doors. She ducked under a doorframe just as the roar of water hit the road outside.