12-12-2021, 04:21 PM
Mesarez
This time, when Mesarez emerges from the water it is night - but he’s just as conspicuous as he had been during the day. Like in the depths, his body glows beneath the moon - casting soft pale blue light around him.
He likes the night better, he decides. Though the sky is still far too open, it feels a little more like moving through the dark waters of his home.
Everything looks different now as well, the shadows condensing on themselves. Little in this place glows, it is a world created to exist under the sun, but there are a few other moving creatures casting their own light that he can make out through the trees where he paces along the edge.
Mesarez is powerfully curious about this land and those within it, but some instinct keeps him out of the forest. He’s wandering a shoreline that doesn’t look like a shoreline, not yet. As though the land had simply sank and there had been no time yet for the relentless push and pull of the waves to smooth rocks into pebbles and sand. He had been underwater in Baltia when the earth had quaked, so he does not know that the earth sinking is exactly what had happened. He isn’t aware that what he is pacing is still the fresh wound of lands erased from the continent.
All he knows is that it’s been just as interesting exploring this wide channel as it has been the land itself.
Though he has no ears to perk, his attention snaps quickly to the sound of movement nearby - if he’s lucky, he won’t need to enter the forest to find some entertainment. Maybe it’ll come right to him.
He likes the night better, he decides. Though the sky is still far too open, it feels a little more like moving through the dark waters of his home.
Everything looks different now as well, the shadows condensing on themselves. Little in this place glows, it is a world created to exist under the sun, but there are a few other moving creatures casting their own light that he can make out through the trees where he paces along the edge.
Mesarez is powerfully curious about this land and those within it, but some instinct keeps him out of the forest. He’s wandering a shoreline that doesn’t look like a shoreline, not yet. As though the land had simply sank and there had been no time yet for the relentless push and pull of the waves to smooth rocks into pebbles and sand. He had been underwater in Baltia when the earth had quaked, so he does not know that the earth sinking is exactly what had happened. He isn’t aware that what he is pacing is still the fresh wound of lands erased from the continent.
All he knows is that it’s been just as interesting exploring this wide channel as it has been the land itself.
Though he has no ears to perk, his attention snaps quickly to the sound of movement nearby - if he’s lucky, he won’t need to enter the forest to find some entertainment. Maybe it’ll come right to him.
@frey