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Krycelli
Heh heh heh, the sea of a thousand pings… :D
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Rocwylde
A little recuperation before we head off again. ^^ Inferred Giovanni and Nils to be sharing a game so vaguely had Octantis find a table nearby.
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It was with some relief that Nils was greeted back to the gondola. The Pearlcatcher potentially being the most relieved of all. Faryelle offered Nils a spare snack-pack containing a mixture of fresh fruit, carrot-sticks and dried grasshoppers. As Sarynid wasn’t going to need his for that day, the Skydancer left one of the Fae’s insectivorous snack-packs near the gondolier’s perch should he wish to join the impromptu noon-meal break.
The stop at Giovanni’s old neighbourhood was deemed a good opportunity to catch one’s breath before the next bout of mayhem (inevitably) comes. Faryelle decided to take to the air and relax into a relatively simple aerobatics routine she’d picked up at the Mistral Jamboree. Octantis sat down to a game. A lucky first round drew him in to commit to a few more. His adversary, taking it as a casual pass-time where the outcome itself is of little importance, seemed to enjoy the Mirror’s naïve, yet occasionally surprising approach. By the time Faryelle had finished her practice exercises, Octantis was a few turns away from the end of a game.
The other player had found these last few games entertaining enough to have happened to have woken from their afternoon nap to catch. This final game had their attention, but their full effort? Well. The greenhorn had won a couple of decent rounds. So it was decided to end it on a reminder of how a game may turn. For his part Octantis felt quite revitalised. He thanked his partner and went to Faryelle wait for Nils to finish. The next step of the adventure awaited.
Now that they had reached its proximity without any pressing distractions, they were better able to appreciate the artistry and care of the great Belltower. Faryelle wondered outloud whether any especial events took place there and Giovanni responded with a recount of a series of debates between a sculptor and an architect that lasted long enough for they and the most devoted of their supporting spectators to effectively camp in the plaza when they became too tired to continue without resting first.
Faryelle was the first to react audibly. It was with an excited ‘ooh!’ that met the reveal that their next notable sight-seeing spot was a place renowned for the occasional appearances of prophetic bubbles. The Sea of a Thousand Currents was not a realm they adventured in often, besides that one meeting with pirates and the underwater cave quest. So even a small chance of witnessing a deity-touched bubble was thrilling. Octantis inched bowwards. Anticipating this to be a place of wonders.
They were not to be disappointed. Giovanni’s discourse was abruptly cut short.
And there it was. A gleaming jewel of the depths, no, one belonging to the lord of the depths. It broke the surface. Octantis moved a little too rapidly across the gondola to get a closer look and Faryelle fluttered her wings slightly to avoid losing her balance. The bubble was so close. Trembling, it was large enough to hold a skykitten. A shape began to form. A dragon? Giovanni looked to be about to offer a word of caution, but the Mirror wasn’t paying attention as he leant over the edge of the vessel to see what might be seen. Indeed. To see what might be.
