07-16-2017, 07:04 PM
Beside the gleaming blue marina was an open air market. Shady umbrellas and pavilions with vines curling around them lined the walkway, and industriously clucking chickens added a welcome dash of color to the otherwise plain brown planks jutting out over the water. The sound of chattering people trickled through the air as vendors sold tropical fruits beside the water, ripened bananas, clutches of grapes, and bright red strawberries among their number, lush and gleaming with moisture in the sunlight.
Numerous colorful goods hung from displays cobbled together from wooden pallets and old shipping crates, shades of aqua and red clay painted over them to advertise discounts in prices. Slimy fish fillets were strung up on barbed hooks, smelling fresh from the ocean, with strips of odious eel jerky drying in the sun alongside. Yellow sprinkled across the fluffy clouds like a spritz of lemon rind over buttercream, a chandelier of shimmers sparkling upon the waves.
Jade sighed, turning her back on the open window. The breakfast inn was little more than a glorified fisherman’s hut, a stone-lined hearth smoking merrily in the corner and swathing the room in a savory, salty fog. Stools and tables for lounging and sleeping were scattered throughout, mead-happy folk slathered across their surfaces like butter over bread, clearly still tuckered out from the festivities of the night before. The hidden upstairs rooms, offered for a night’s stay at best, seemed hardly used over the dining furniture. It was a far cry from the lavish establishment they had stayed in the night before, but it was close enough to the docks that Jade could smell and hear the ocean waves pounding against the shore. Plus, she thought it was plenty charming!
Well, aside from the food, anyways. A bowl of pottage sat before the young Witch of Space on the table, oily-orange reflections cast upon it by the firelight and a weird mixture of pulp and mush lumped within. It might have contained potatoes. Or minced rabbit meat, maybe even eel. Or... Uhm. Fish? She honestly couldn’t tell what it was; the weird gray color seriously put her off.
In the end, Jade shoved the bowl away with a pout, having lost her appetite pretty early on in the morning after remembering what she had read of Rapture the night before. She didn’t want to waste any more time on staring sullenly at what was clearly a lost cause! Beside her, however, Rebecca tucked into her breakfast with aplomb— at least she wasn’t put off by the mysterious character of their meal, though Jade couldn’t help fearing for her health.
Bec leapt up onto the table and lapped at the contents of Jade’s abandoned dish, paws scratching loudly on the wood. Jade winced and sent an apologetic look towards the hostess, a sturdy woman who seemed hardly bothered by the presence of an animal in her establishment.
"Rebecca, there's something I want to talk to you about," Jade said, turning in her seat to look at her small companion. She placed her elbows up on the table and leaned forward, making sure to speak extra quietly. Only quiet voices could be used when talking about serious matters, after all! "It's about where you came from. It's O.K. if you don't wanna talk about it, all you have to do is say so, but what Tearen said really bothered me and I think we can get past that! Okay?"
Probably sensing the serious tone of voice Jade was using, Rebecca immediately looked up from her meal, spoon dribbling a bit. She frowned, yellow eyes squinching up in confusion, as if it was causing her a small amount of real, physical pain to even think about it. "O-kay...?"
Jade put on her best and brightest smile, trying to project encouragement and good feelings. That's what Tearen would do in this situation, right? "Okay, glad to hear it! Now, what do you remember that was the absolute silliest thing about Rapture, huh?"
Numerous colorful goods hung from displays cobbled together from wooden pallets and old shipping crates, shades of aqua and red clay painted over them to advertise discounts in prices. Slimy fish fillets were strung up on barbed hooks, smelling fresh from the ocean, with strips of odious eel jerky drying in the sun alongside. Yellow sprinkled across the fluffy clouds like a spritz of lemon rind over buttercream, a chandelier of shimmers sparkling upon the waves.
Jade sighed, turning her back on the open window. The breakfast inn was little more than a glorified fisherman’s hut, a stone-lined hearth smoking merrily in the corner and swathing the room in a savory, salty fog. Stools and tables for lounging and sleeping were scattered throughout, mead-happy folk slathered across their surfaces like butter over bread, clearly still tuckered out from the festivities of the night before. The hidden upstairs rooms, offered for a night’s stay at best, seemed hardly used over the dining furniture. It was a far cry from the lavish establishment they had stayed in the night before, but it was close enough to the docks that Jade could smell and hear the ocean waves pounding against the shore. Plus, she thought it was plenty charming!
Well, aside from the food, anyways. A bowl of pottage sat before the young Witch of Space on the table, oily-orange reflections cast upon it by the firelight and a weird mixture of pulp and mush lumped within. It might have contained potatoes. Or minced rabbit meat, maybe even eel. Or... Uhm. Fish? She honestly couldn’t tell what it was; the weird gray color seriously put her off.
In the end, Jade shoved the bowl away with a pout, having lost her appetite pretty early on in the morning after remembering what she had read of Rapture the night before. She didn’t want to waste any more time on staring sullenly at what was clearly a lost cause! Beside her, however, Rebecca tucked into her breakfast with aplomb— at least she wasn’t put off by the mysterious character of their meal, though Jade couldn’t help fearing for her health.
Bec leapt up onto the table and lapped at the contents of Jade’s abandoned dish, paws scratching loudly on the wood. Jade winced and sent an apologetic look towards the hostess, a sturdy woman who seemed hardly bothered by the presence of an animal in her establishment.
"Rebecca, there's something I want to talk to you about," Jade said, turning in her seat to look at her small companion. She placed her elbows up on the table and leaned forward, making sure to speak extra quietly. Only quiet voices could be used when talking about serious matters, after all! "It's about where you came from. It's O.K. if you don't wanna talk about it, all you have to do is say so, but what Tearen said really bothered me and I think we can get past that! Okay?"
Probably sensing the serious tone of voice Jade was using, Rebecca immediately looked up from her meal, spoon dribbling a bit. She frowned, yellow eyes squinching up in confusion, as if it was causing her a small amount of real, physical pain to even think about it. "O-kay...?"
Jade put on her best and brightest smile, trying to project encouragement and good feelings. That's what Tearen would do in this situation, right? "Okay, glad to hear it! Now, what do you remember that was the absolute silliest thing about Rapture, huh?"
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