Zesa
Hit Me!
The port of Lyvik buzzes with activity as ships from distant lands dock along the bustling waterfront. The salty scent of the ea fills the air, and the geagulls wheel overhead. Aelwen stands on the weathered docks, her eyes fixed on a majestic vessel named "The Silver Seaph," known for its swift journes to the grand city of Idosea, Baelon.
As she steps on board, the creaking of the ship's timbers harmonizes with the distant calls of sailors preparing for departure. Aelwen's gazy sweeps across the deck, catching the glint of the moonlight on the polished wood. The ship's captain, a weathered figure with a tricorn hat, approaches her, recognizing a passenger of note."Welcome aboared, Aelwen Saldre," the captain greets her with a not. "We're bound for Baelon, and the winds favor our journey. Find your quarters below deck, and may the sea grant you a swift passage."
Aelwen navigates the labyrinthine corridors below, finding her modest cabin. The soft lull of waves against the ship's hull becomes a comforting melody. Aelwen's cabin, though compact, emenates an air of functional simplicity. The space adorned with practical items - her gear neatly arranged, a leather-bound journal, and a moonstone pendant resting on a small wooden dresser. The gentle sway of the ship beneath her feet punctuates the sense of departure.
As she steps out of her cabin, the narrow corridor echoes with the distant sounds of the ship's activities. Aelwen's boots softly tab against the wooden planks, and the subtle scent of salted air fills her senses. Upon reaching the main deck, Aelwen emerges into an open expanse where moonlight bathes the ship's deck in a silvery glow.
The night air is crip, and the rhythmic sound of waves accompanies the shi's stead progression through the darkened waters. In the distance, the city lights of Lyvik twinkle as the ship begins to glide through the harbor, setting a course for the distant spires of Idosea. She clasps her hands behind her, the cool breeze tousling her long white hair. The ship's vibrations beneath her boots seem to resonate with a sense of anticipation. Aelwen gazes out to the expanse of the open sea, a world of possibilities stretching before her. The journey to Baelon has begun, and the adventure unfurls like the billowing sails of The Silver Seraph in the night breeze.
As she steps on board, the creaking of the ship's timbers harmonizes with the distant calls of sailors preparing for departure. Aelwen's gazy sweeps across the deck, catching the glint of the moonlight on the polished wood. The ship's captain, a weathered figure with a tricorn hat, approaches her, recognizing a passenger of note."Welcome aboared, Aelwen Saldre," the captain greets her with a not. "We're bound for Baelon, and the winds favor our journey. Find your quarters below deck, and may the sea grant you a swift passage."
Aelwen navigates the labyrinthine corridors below, finding her modest cabin. The soft lull of waves against the ship's hull becomes a comforting melody. Aelwen's cabin, though compact, emenates an air of functional simplicity. The space adorned with practical items - her gear neatly arranged, a leather-bound journal, and a moonstone pendant resting on a small wooden dresser. The gentle sway of the ship beneath her feet punctuates the sense of departure.
As she steps out of her cabin, the narrow corridor echoes with the distant sounds of the ship's activities. Aelwen's boots softly tab against the wooden planks, and the subtle scent of salted air fills her senses. Upon reaching the main deck, Aelwen emerges into an open expanse where moonlight bathes the ship's deck in a silvery glow.
The night air is crip, and the rhythmic sound of waves accompanies the shi's stead progression through the darkened waters. In the distance, the city lights of Lyvik twinkle as the ship begins to glide through the harbor, setting a course for the distant spires of Idosea. She clasps her hands behind her, the cool breeze tousling her long white hair. The ship's vibrations beneath her boots seem to resonate with a sense of anticipation. Aelwen gazes out to the expanse of the open sea, a world of possibilities stretching before her. The journey to Baelon has begun, and the adventure unfurls like the billowing sails of The Silver Seraph in the night breeze.
