[ The bright light of the early autumn sun sparkles on the surface of the lake, mirror smooth in a rare windless day. Under the waters, the world is cast in a greenish blue tint, and a dragon kid is looking for water plants to sell, or anything else of note down here at the bottom of the lake. His horns and eyes glow faintly in the shadows between each shaft of light that slants down into the water, and his hair floats loose and long around him as he moves along the sand of the lakebed, careful not to disturb too much sediment and cloud his vision.
(His boots, and coat are safely kept in a basket hidden up in the overgrowth at the side of the lake, the leather not taking to having water removed from it as easily as the fabrics of his clothes.) Though his ears are plenty sensitive to sound, they don't have the same spatial awareness as auri horns, especially in the water. Y'all got the specialized sonar system, down here.
He's busy with a box of something that must have fallen off a boat at some point. The wood is old and has mostly degraded already; it crumbles under light pressure, and Dan Heng sends the fragments away in a small current of cloudhymn as he sifts through the remains. Ah, whatever was inside seems to have decomposed as well, and all that is left are two handfuls of polished bone pieces in different sizes. There were probably clothes in the box, years ago, but judging by the simple (if well made) button shapes, it was nothing special. Probably a lost shipment, and not smuggled goods from Thorne, certainly.
a day or two after the october summoned's arrival
(His boots, and coat are safely kept in a basket hidden up in the overgrowth at the side of the lake, the leather not taking to having water removed from it as easily as the fabrics of his clothes.) Though his ears are plenty sensitive to sound, they don't have the same spatial awareness as auri horns, especially in the water. Y'all got the specialized sonar system, down here.
He's busy with a box of something that must have fallen off a boat at some point. The wood is old and has mostly degraded already; it crumbles under light pressure, and Dan Heng sends the fragments away in a small current of cloudhymn as he sifts through the remains. Ah, whatever was inside seems to have decomposed as well, and all that is left are two handfuls of polished bone pieces in different sizes. There were probably clothes in the box, years ago, but judging by the simple (if well made) button shapes, it was nothing special. Probably a lost shipment, and not smuggled goods from Thorne, certainly.
(Little Mermaid-ass situation.) ]