Post by Rhys Marhan on Jan 30, 2008 11:43:16 GMT -5
It was a mild beautiful day for Samfain, and Port Caynn rejoiced. For the past week, the city had been plagued with dire weather, and cold, howling winds had played their tricks on man and beast alike, freezing all in their path. Yet the sun had finally broken through the fortress of clouds surrounding the city, bathing it in a warm glow of light. Even the colors of the city seemed brighter, no more the dull grays and browns, but brilliant flashes of green, gold, violet and blue filled the city. Birds sang, dogs scampered down the streets like puppies; it was as if the world was on holiday.
Droves of people flocked from houses and businesses to gaily address this new world, happy for a release from the dreary days spent huddled over fires or bundled away in coats. Peasants and nobles alike fled outside, the warm sun and crystal clear blue sky calling them. In celebration of such a beautiful day, many dressed in their finest, walking in couples or groups around the markets, doing anything they could to take advantage of the Gods’ gift of this one perfect day.
It was these crowds which Rhys Marhan met as he made a leisurely stroll up to the March above the harbor, for nowhere else was the lovely weather as evident. Rhys smiled to himself at all the pent up excitement and energy around him as he wandered amongst the picnickers, lovers, families and all else who had set up on the hillside, thoughts idly drifting through his mind. As he reached the edge of the March, gazing over the cliff towards the blue-green harbor beyond, his smile faded a bit and turned wistful. Looking at the bright white sheets of the sails decorating the harbor and beyond only brought home his longing to be away to sea again, far from the pressures of society and family.
Rhys sat down near the edge with a sigh, thinking back to the dull job which awaited him after the effects of the good weather had worn off. Pulling a meat pastry from his pocket, he cast off his jacket, forming a pillow for his head, caring nothing for the grass stains which would later assuredly earn him a reprimand from the maid. As he gazed up at the clear blue sky, absentmindedly eating his pastry, Rhys contemplated his fate. His father had been strict with his orders that Rhys was to stay in Port Caynn for at least a year with his brother, and Rhys could see no way to escape that obligation unless he was to abandon his family all together, something he was not yet quite prepared to do. “It’s like being homesick, but for the sea…seasick, that’s what I am”. Rhys thought wryly, imagining himself aboard one of the ships in the harbor, preparing to sail away.
A curious seagull suddenly glided into his field of vision, no doubt attracted by the food. Rhys smiled again, the gull bringing back memories of duty in the crows nest, with only the same birds for company. Sitting up, Rhys shredded a bit of the pastry, throwing it to the gull, who immediately dove upon the offering, shrieking its pleasure as he alighted not far from Rhys, cocking his head expectantly at the rest of the pasty. Rhys laughed out loud at this, and was about to throw the rest of the pastry to the bold bird when it hopped backwards and took off with an affronted cry. Rhys watched it go, heart sinking, before turning to glance behind him, glaring at whoever had disturbed this small bit of peace and happiness.
Droves of people flocked from houses and businesses to gaily address this new world, happy for a release from the dreary days spent huddled over fires or bundled away in coats. Peasants and nobles alike fled outside, the warm sun and crystal clear blue sky calling them. In celebration of such a beautiful day, many dressed in their finest, walking in couples or groups around the markets, doing anything they could to take advantage of the Gods’ gift of this one perfect day.
It was these crowds which Rhys Marhan met as he made a leisurely stroll up to the March above the harbor, for nowhere else was the lovely weather as evident. Rhys smiled to himself at all the pent up excitement and energy around him as he wandered amongst the picnickers, lovers, families and all else who had set up on the hillside, thoughts idly drifting through his mind. As he reached the edge of the March, gazing over the cliff towards the blue-green harbor beyond, his smile faded a bit and turned wistful. Looking at the bright white sheets of the sails decorating the harbor and beyond only brought home his longing to be away to sea again, far from the pressures of society and family.
Rhys sat down near the edge with a sigh, thinking back to the dull job which awaited him after the effects of the good weather had worn off. Pulling a meat pastry from his pocket, he cast off his jacket, forming a pillow for his head, caring nothing for the grass stains which would later assuredly earn him a reprimand from the maid. As he gazed up at the clear blue sky, absentmindedly eating his pastry, Rhys contemplated his fate. His father had been strict with his orders that Rhys was to stay in Port Caynn for at least a year with his brother, and Rhys could see no way to escape that obligation unless he was to abandon his family all together, something he was not yet quite prepared to do. “It’s like being homesick, but for the sea…seasick, that’s what I am”. Rhys thought wryly, imagining himself aboard one of the ships in the harbor, preparing to sail away.
A curious seagull suddenly glided into his field of vision, no doubt attracted by the food. Rhys smiled again, the gull bringing back memories of duty in the crows nest, with only the same birds for company. Sitting up, Rhys shredded a bit of the pastry, throwing it to the gull, who immediately dove upon the offering, shrieking its pleasure as he alighted not far from Rhys, cocking his head expectantly at the rest of the pasty. Rhys laughed out loud at this, and was about to throw the rest of the pastry to the bold bird when it hopped backwards and took off with an affronted cry. Rhys watched it go, heart sinking, before turning to glance behind him, glaring at whoever had disturbed this small bit of peace and happiness.