Post by Vio on Mar 15, 2022 12:39:38 GMT -5
Phaethon #1
“Following the sea breeze! Riding on the waves~! Far across the salty depths! The merry evening sun~!” sang softly the voice of a young male figure, barely on the cusp of their twenties as they manned the oar of a simple sailboat. By their lonesome, the individual sang without much care for listeners, performing a purely vocal rendition of a song of old — a classic shanty whose lyrics had been learned from a veteran sailor in transit to this, the East Blue. The words had stuck with them, even as they’d set off on a whim, and only the luck of pleasant weather and a good breeze had guided them to land.
“Aah~! It’s good to be on land again,” the solo sailor said as their craft nudged the supporting post of a small dock, raising the oar that had steered them the last few dozen yards back onto the deck and fetching a line to secure to both boat and bollard. “Oo~ Gives me a chance to stretch my legs,” they added, hopping onto the jetty with pack and gear over one shoulder before taking a moment to secure the vessel with a rather lousy knot, all the while humming the tune to themselves and wearing a smile.
Five and nine, athletic but sleek of physique, with a ponytail of spiky blond-brown blend, save a few short bangs. A lighter tan complexion, mildly bronzed by the beats of the sun they so loved to be beneath, dressed in black capris, sandals, a red tee shirt emblazoned with a yellow lion design, and a small scarf of see-through gold silk secured around their neck. Beside the simple brown pack slung over their shoulder, full of what few personal belongings and supplies they had, a spear and shield were strapped to their back. Unusual, but by no means eye-catching.
Piercing eyes as blue as the open sky above scanned the sight of a simple village, well-populated and moving through the usual business of a sunny mid-morning. The fresh scents of fish, produce, baking bread, and more followed the salty air of the sea breeze, reminding the traveller of the emptiness of their stomach as they walked the main thoroughfare to take in the sights, smile ever-present.
“Oh, I should grab a bite… Huh. I do miss home’s street food,” the wanderer spoke aloud, though not particularly loudly, reminiscing of wide straight streets that simply surpassed village thoroughfares like these on all levels. There were ups and downs to living in large cities and small towns, to each their own. “Eh? Oh, well, I guess that just gives me even more of an excuse to look forward to local cuisine,” they beamed, drawing the eyes of passers by as the traveller made vocal their merry expectations…{Post Synopsis:—}
The wandering Phaethon arrives at a village on a small island in the East Blue.
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