Post by oceansky on Jun 6, 2017 17:21:41 GMT -5
It was a warm summer’s evening with the stars twinkling in the night sky as the sounds of Immersea quieted for another night. The mists had yet to form for the next morning on the Wyvernwater when the last caravan made it through the gates, the travelers departing from the stable with weary shuffles and stretches of relief. It wasn’t a packed group, with one woman stepping away from the rest and traveling alone.
It was within’ her opinion that the moon seemed a little bit brighter that evening, even with the help of the occasional street lamp or torch to light the streets of Immersea. She smiled faintly looking around the familiar sights and feeling the heartbeat of a town that she kept returning to time and time over. It was good to be back to be back home.
She walked through the streets until she found her way to the temple, climbing the stairs until she saw the majestic statue of Selune- the marble arms raised to the sky, the water of the illuminated reflecting pool casting wavering and shimmering light on every object nearby. It was peaceful there. She would stand and look quietly at the statue for a time, before lowering her eyes and praying quietly. Eventually after offering her meditation on her travels, she would leave a tithe and head down the steps to the Five Fine Fish for a brew.
Silvertrick was returned to Cormyr. When she walked through the doors of the inn, with laughter and songs within’, it was as though she was hardly even absent in the first place.
It was within’ her opinion that the moon seemed a little bit brighter that evening, even with the help of the occasional street lamp or torch to light the streets of Immersea. She smiled faintly looking around the familiar sights and feeling the heartbeat of a town that she kept returning to time and time over. It was good to be back to be back home.
She walked through the streets until she found her way to the temple, climbing the stairs until she saw the majestic statue of Selune- the marble arms raised to the sky, the water of the illuminated reflecting pool casting wavering and shimmering light on every object nearby. It was peaceful there. She would stand and look quietly at the statue for a time, before lowering her eyes and praying quietly. Eventually after offering her meditation on her travels, she would leave a tithe and head down the steps to the Five Fine Fish for a brew.
Silvertrick was returned to Cormyr. When she walked through the doors of the inn, with laughter and songs within’, it was as though she was hardly even absent in the first place.