Unto The BreachThe Lie Of The Land
Supply And Demand
Seeking Passage
Castles Saved By Sand
Supply And Demand
Seeking Passage
Castles Saved By Sand
Arc 720, 46th of Ashan
The scraping of sand sounded like music to Darius' ears. It was a familiar scratching that he'd heard many times before, and it usually had a sense of homecoming to it, for such a noise would reach his ears every time the wooden form of the Lady Jean slid up onto the beach. He would also hear it whenever he was scrubbing the hull of his rowboat clean, and though he had always been trying to get rid of the sand on those occasions, he was now doing his best to collect it.
His shovel bit into the sand, the cutting edge aided by the force of his boot as he put his weight into the effort. The green granules gave way, and as he pulled the shovel back, he was able to scoop several handfuls' worth of them and dump them into a sack.
Darius put his shovel down and reached for his waterflask, taking a gulp of the drink before looking across to see what the other three in the group were doing. There was no way he could have undertaken this task on his own, and so when Trudi had offered her services - and the equipment and manpower that came with it - the blond seafarer had not hesitated to accept.
Darius had been waiting in his rowboat at the Scalvoris Town Docks when Trudi had arrived with two male companions. The flirtatious waitress had made a cheeky quip about his boat - "Darius, not every woman thinks size matters" - but the others had mostly kept to themselves before the sailor landed them at a beach to the east of the city where they could gather the cold sand that Faith had requested. He would later find out that the two men were named Bruno and Jerome, and, like their coquettish companion, they were members of Isonomia. They were strong individuals, too, with broad shoulders and an impressive work ethic.
Courtesy of Faith's endorsement, Darius had assumed the leadership role, and the four of them had been shoveling Scalvoris Green Sand for a break or so when he had stopped for his drink.
"Thirsty work," came a familiar feminine voice, and the bearded human offered his waterflask to Trudi.
As she drank, a bead of liquid running down her chin, Darius turned to watch Bruno and Jerome. The two workhorses were taking turns to shovel sand into a sack, and the blond seafarer could have sworn they had not slowed since they'd started.
"Looks like they've got things under control," Darius observed quietly, before looking across the Hollow Sea at Faldrass Island.
He stepped across the cool sand to where the two men were working, and they stopped to look at him as he approached.
"We need to go there next," he announced, pointing at the volcano across the water. "You two keep working here, and Trudi and I will get sand from Faldrass."
The two men nodded, then got straight back to work.
"Ooh, handsome," Trudi cooed, her voice sending a tingle down Darius' spine, "I do love a man who takes control!"
His shovel bit into the sand, the cutting edge aided by the force of his boot as he put his weight into the effort. The green granules gave way, and as he pulled the shovel back, he was able to scoop several handfuls' worth of them and dump them into a sack.
Darius put his shovel down and reached for his waterflask, taking a gulp of the drink before looking across to see what the other three in the group were doing. There was no way he could have undertaken this task on his own, and so when Trudi had offered her services - and the equipment and manpower that came with it - the blond seafarer had not hesitated to accept.
Darius had been waiting in his rowboat at the Scalvoris Town Docks when Trudi had arrived with two male companions. The flirtatious waitress had made a cheeky quip about his boat - "Darius, not every woman thinks size matters" - but the others had mostly kept to themselves before the sailor landed them at a beach to the east of the city where they could gather the cold sand that Faith had requested. He would later find out that the two men were named Bruno and Jerome, and, like their coquettish companion, they were members of Isonomia. They were strong individuals, too, with broad shoulders and an impressive work ethic.
Courtesy of Faith's endorsement, Darius had assumed the leadership role, and the four of them had been shoveling Scalvoris Green Sand for a break or so when he had stopped for his drink.
"Thirsty work," came a familiar feminine voice, and the bearded human offered his waterflask to Trudi.
As she drank, a bead of liquid running down her chin, Darius turned to watch Bruno and Jerome. The two workhorses were taking turns to shovel sand into a sack, and the blond seafarer could have sworn they had not slowed since they'd started.
"Looks like they've got things under control," Darius observed quietly, before looking across the Hollow Sea at Faldrass Island.
He stepped across the cool sand to where the two men were working, and they stopped to look at him as he approached.
"We need to go there next," he announced, pointing at the volcano across the water. "You two keep working here, and Trudi and I will get sand from Faldrass."
The two men nodded, then got straight back to work.
"Ooh, handsome," Trudi cooed, her voice sending a tingle down Darius' spine, "I do love a man who takes control!"
