|| Under the waves. ||
Who; Oxiin & Xii.
When; Late morning - approaching midday.
Where; A pier - away from the usual mooring point Inge's father uses.
When; Late morning - approaching midday.
Where; A pier - away from the usual mooring point Inge's father uses.
A heavy discontented sigh issued from Oxiin as he sat on the edge of the pier. The weather was absolutely divine – the sun was shining down with bold warming rays, but he had absolutely nothing to do. Inge had said that he couldn’t leave the area around where they were moored up. Normally this wouldn’t be too much of an issue for the rust dustling, he could find plenty of stuff to do – watching other sailors, finding crabs in the shallow water, or even doing a little bit of fishing. But today they were moored up in a different area than usual due to preparations for a big festival and there wasn’t a beach to speak of (just a gravelly/pebble shore) and fishing was banned. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around and the child was beginning to get restless and tetchy.
Tugging down on the corners of his hat – a battered straw trilby that Inge had forced him into wearing to avoid being burnt – he gazed over the blue water that swished and rippled idyllically in the perfect summer weather. Part of him wished that he could be like a fish and enjoy the cool lapping waves. He wished he could submerge himself in the liquid, open his coppery eyes underwater and see what wonders he could find. Having seen firsthand the variety of wonderful things that could be fished from the water – bright splashes of colour within coral, odd shaped shells, flickers of scales, snippets of unusual weeds – his childish imagination was stirred by the idea. However, the bitter reality of it was that he couldn’t ever enjoy such things in their natural place.
A sour grimace curled his expression into a frown. His arm was the reason he could never enter water deeper than waist depth! It was useless. He could not rely on his other arm to keep him afloat, especially considering the dragging weight that his rusty skin added. If he got out of his epth there was no doubt that he would flail and go underwater... Inge had stressed this fact to him and Oxiin had sullenly come to terms with it. He even didn't kick up a fuss when he had to be secured to the boat by a rope when they were out at sea - if he fell overboard... That'd be the end. Therefore he was stuck – wishing away his time with only the tips of his toes touching the cool surface...
Tugging down on the corners of his hat – a battered straw trilby that Inge had forced him into wearing to avoid being burnt – he gazed over the blue water that swished and rippled idyllically in the perfect summer weather. Part of him wished that he could be like a fish and enjoy the cool lapping waves. He wished he could submerge himself in the liquid, open his coppery eyes underwater and see what wonders he could find. Having seen firsthand the variety of wonderful things that could be fished from the water – bright splashes of colour within coral, odd shaped shells, flickers of scales, snippets of unusual weeds – his childish imagination was stirred by the idea. However, the bitter reality of it was that he couldn’t ever enjoy such things in their natural place.
A sour grimace curled his expression into a frown. His arm was the reason he could never enter water deeper than waist depth! It was useless. He could not rely on his other arm to keep him afloat, especially considering the dragging weight that his rusty skin added. If he got out of his epth there was no doubt that he would flail and go underwater... Inge had stressed this fact to him and Oxiin had sullenly come to terms with it. He even didn't kick up a fuss when he had to be secured to the boat by a rope when they were out at sea - if he fell overboard... That'd be the end. Therefore he was stuck – wishing away his time with only the tips of his toes touching the cool surface...