Yesterday, 12:37 AM
Baltia had lost something, that much was clear, but it was still very much home. It called to Fazia in a way the forests and fields of Beqanna did not. She was drawn to the water, and luckily for her it can be found in so many places around this continent. The coastline is neverending, looping around on itself as it transitions from the strange, shadowy shores to the west to the easy, beckoning slopes of the east.
She had spent some time navigating all of these waters, charting the places previously unknown to her. Learning and avoiding all at once.
Now she returns to land, or close to it anyway. The chill of the water does not bother her as she stands in the river under a clear night sky, the multi-coloured glow she casts flickering on the surface of the water. Behind her is where it opens into the neverending sea - and before her stretches the strange world of Beqanna. She had never known a world other than this one, despite the stories told to her by her parents that weave images of what had been left behind.
She knows more of the world she’ll never see than this one.
Which is why she has made up her mind to explore the land, despite how it does not beckon to her heart the way the sea does. The time is passing where Fazia can blame her youth for her lack of knowledge - despite how long-lived Baltians are, and how young she is relative to her parents, she feels grown up. Or, at least, feels like it’s about time to consider growing up. She frowns as she gazes upon what lies beyond the bank of the river - what little she can see in the moon and starlight. There’s an entire world obscured by the darkness - a whole host of unknowns lying beyond what she can see of the bank.
She’s made up her mind to do this, and does not disappear back under the water, but neither does she move from this spot.
Maybe she didn't need to grow up right this very second.
She had spent some time navigating all of these waters, charting the places previously unknown to her. Learning and avoiding all at once.
Now she returns to land, or close to it anyway. The chill of the water does not bother her as she stands in the river under a clear night sky, the multi-coloured glow she casts flickering on the surface of the water. Behind her is where it opens into the neverending sea - and before her stretches the strange world of Beqanna. She had never known a world other than this one, despite the stories told to her by her parents that weave images of what had been left behind.
She knows more of the world she’ll never see than this one.
Which is why she has made up her mind to explore the land, despite how it does not beckon to her heart the way the sea does. The time is passing where Fazia can blame her youth for her lack of knowledge - despite how long-lived Baltians are, and how young she is relative to her parents, she feels grown up. Or, at least, feels like it’s about time to consider growing up. She frowns as she gazes upon what lies beyond the bank of the river - what little she can see in the moon and starlight. There’s an entire world obscured by the darkness - a whole host of unknowns lying beyond what she can see of the bank.
She’s made up her mind to do this, and does not disappear back under the water, but neither does she move from this spot.
Maybe she didn't need to grow up right this very second.
