06-12-2017, 10:20 PM
Nighttime settled over the island of Costa del Sol like a thick cerulean veil, the mellow glistening of streetlamps bathing the streets and cobblestone passages in rivers of bluish-grey light. The gentle rocking of the ocean and ships in their rectangular wharves blended with the distantly raucous whoops of the party district into a sweet, seamless cadence. When Jade chanced a look out towards the waterfront, the soft white sails of fishing boats hauling in their catch flapped and fluttered on the cool night breeze, the angling wings of seabirds and pelicans occasionally spearing through the clouds.
It was a lot different from the Nexus they had just travelled through, that was for sure!
An evening haze and churned-up moisture from the street cast everything in an almost palpable fog, falling flat in the presence of the gurgling fountain which sat at the center of the square. The leafy fronds of plant life sprouted from pots, — the area was littered with various works of ceramic sculpture— their green hues turned almost black by the absence of the sunnily bright light of day. Jade’s footsteps were soft as she strolled into the square, the gorgeous silver-gold bulb of a lantern passing over her head without a sound.
Rebecca was there, too, skipping behind and looking at the world around her with apparent wonder sparkling in her wide, pale eyes. While the twisted veil of naivety and childish imaginings had been partly lifted from her mind by Tearen Wover, Jade had no intention of letting the Little Sister be introduced to the darker parts of the Omniverse just yet. Even if she already had been introduced, technically, due to the Witch of Space’s carelessness back in the Frozen Fields and her own past life in... what was it...? Rapture?
With scarcely a swish of her starry skirts, Jade sat primly on the edge of the fountain. The concrete was cool and smooth when she laid her palms flat against it, carefully balanced so it would be easier for her to conjure up an evening meal. A comforting gleam of Omnilium settled in a molten liquid glob between her palms as she toyed with it for several minutes, pulling and weaving the soft strands into a cat's cradle of multi-faceted color wound around her fingers, eventually settling upon the idea of three nice, substantial sandwiches.
The first bite was crisp and sharp, ripe with juicy tomato and spinach leaves. Rebecca accepted one and nibbled at it, settling in beside Jade to stare out at the water, crow plushie tucked under her arm. As quiet and unobtrusive as ever, Becquerel sagged onto his belly and gobbled his up in one quick snap of his teeth, neon green gums and tongue flashing.
As she chewed, Jade thought that she could very well remain there forever. She felt present, wholly at peace with the still moment cast in dusky shadow all around her. To become a statue sculpted into the side of that fountain would have been a dream come true, her ears alone privy to the soft whispers of the gurgling water and the secrets it so yearned, ached to tell, kept safe-guarded in marble for a stony eternity.
But, the ocean beckoned. The shores of the island were pebbled all over with scalloped seashells and sharpened bits of glittering bottle glass, a magical and wondrous sight to behold at sunset. Jade had seen it— the domed roofs gleaming with a stately, distinctly imperial copper tone as the jeweled beach winked and shone like the dying embers of a fire, the orange glow flickering and fluttering until it was snuffed out by the lapping edges of the tide.
If such sights as that were so readily apparent upon first entering the Vasty Deep, Jade reasoned, then surely it could only become more magnificent the further she ventured out on the water. And the only way to do that, it seemed, was to take to the sea on some vessel or another.
The dog-eared girl had absolutely no clue of where she might find a boat, but the nearest harbor looked to be a reasonable place to start! So long as she kept her expectations relatively low and her head firmly on her shoulders, nothing at all could bring her down. It wasn’t as if she was expecting a yacht or a royal liner, after all, with champagne or stringed fairy lights or the purest sunlight captured in crystalline flute glasses. Even a dingy little fishing boat would do!
Kicking her feet up onto the stone bench, Jade scarfed down the left over crumbs of her sandwich, and then contemplated summoning another.
The world could wait for one more sandwich.
It was a lot different from the Nexus they had just travelled through, that was for sure!
An evening haze and churned-up moisture from the street cast everything in an almost palpable fog, falling flat in the presence of the gurgling fountain which sat at the center of the square. The leafy fronds of plant life sprouted from pots, — the area was littered with various works of ceramic sculpture— their green hues turned almost black by the absence of the sunnily bright light of day. Jade’s footsteps were soft as she strolled into the square, the gorgeous silver-gold bulb of a lantern passing over her head without a sound.
Rebecca was there, too, skipping behind and looking at the world around her with apparent wonder sparkling in her wide, pale eyes. While the twisted veil of naivety and childish imaginings had been partly lifted from her mind by Tearen Wover, Jade had no intention of letting the Little Sister be introduced to the darker parts of the Omniverse just yet. Even if she already had been introduced, technically, due to the Witch of Space’s carelessness back in the Frozen Fields and her own past life in... what was it...? Rapture?
With scarcely a swish of her starry skirts, Jade sat primly on the edge of the fountain. The concrete was cool and smooth when she laid her palms flat against it, carefully balanced so it would be easier for her to conjure up an evening meal. A comforting gleam of Omnilium settled in a molten liquid glob between her palms as she toyed with it for several minutes, pulling and weaving the soft strands into a cat's cradle of multi-faceted color wound around her fingers, eventually settling upon the idea of three nice, substantial sandwiches.
The first bite was crisp and sharp, ripe with juicy tomato and spinach leaves. Rebecca accepted one and nibbled at it, settling in beside Jade to stare out at the water, crow plushie tucked under her arm. As quiet and unobtrusive as ever, Becquerel sagged onto his belly and gobbled his up in one quick snap of his teeth, neon green gums and tongue flashing.
As she chewed, Jade thought that she could very well remain there forever. She felt present, wholly at peace with the still moment cast in dusky shadow all around her. To become a statue sculpted into the side of that fountain would have been a dream come true, her ears alone privy to the soft whispers of the gurgling water and the secrets it so yearned, ached to tell, kept safe-guarded in marble for a stony eternity.
But, the ocean beckoned. The shores of the island were pebbled all over with scalloped seashells and sharpened bits of glittering bottle glass, a magical and wondrous sight to behold at sunset. Jade had seen it— the domed roofs gleaming with a stately, distinctly imperial copper tone as the jeweled beach winked and shone like the dying embers of a fire, the orange glow flickering and fluttering until it was snuffed out by the lapping edges of the tide.
If such sights as that were so readily apparent upon first entering the Vasty Deep, Jade reasoned, then surely it could only become more magnificent the further she ventured out on the water. And the only way to do that, it seemed, was to take to the sea on some vessel or another.
The dog-eared girl had absolutely no clue of where she might find a boat, but the nearest harbor looked to be a reasonable place to start! So long as she kept her expectations relatively low and her head firmly on her shoulders, nothing at all could bring her down. It wasn’t as if she was expecting a yacht or a royal liner, after all, with champagne or stringed fairy lights or the purest sunlight captured in crystalline flute glasses. Even a dingy little fishing boat would do!
Kicking her feet up onto the stone bench, Jade scarfed down the left over crumbs of her sandwich, and then contemplated summoning another.
The world could wait for one more sandwich.
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Gamzee Makara Wrote:S’aight. After all, dogs have a tendency to motherfuckin’ bite.