Post by Deleted on May 27, 2023 23:20:20 GMT -5
[open toall threepeople traveling to Cambria]
It was the evening of the first day on their journey to Cambria, and the anticipation that had kept Ber awake the night before had yet to fade. A mixture of apprehension and tentative excitement, the energy had propelled him through the day, but now that he had explored the confines of his world for the next three days, he found himself with little else to do but wait. Wait, and try to ignore the nausea that rose and fell within him to the same tempo of the waves that caused it. Leaning his forearms heavily against the railing near the front of the ship, Ber looked out over the roiling surface and swallowed back more bile as his stomach protested their mode of transportation yet again.
Really, the ocean had no redeeming qualities.
At least, if the ship sank, he could probably make it to shore. A glance to the right confirmed to him that the coastline was never out of sight, and though the proof that he had done so had been evident in the sky above them for a little while now, the thought that he had left home still boggled his mind. Skia had long since disappeared behind them and with it the blanket of clouds that had covered the sky for his entire life.
Between the salty sea spray, the steady swooping of the ship deck beneath his feet, and the sunlight, the latter was by far the strangest development. When it had first broken through the fading cloud cover, Ber had squinted up at the sun in confusion, only to turn aside the blink away the spots that had appeared in his vision. The light had felt oddly warm on his skin, though not in an entirely unpleasant way, and he had glanced around to find that the colors of the world around him seemed a little more vibrant. The sky certainly had, too. He might not have been table to look at the sun, but he had certainly stared at the clear blue that stretched to the horizon before them.
He hadn’t known that the sky could be that color. Or even the colors that it had started to turn now.
Even the seasickness couldn’t stop Ber from craning his neck to see how far the streaks of gold and red stretched across the sky. Framed by a handful of scattered, purple clouds, the sun itself had turned from a blindingly bright white to a slightly more subdued yellow as it sank low on the horizon, and reflected off the watery expanse before it. Never before had Ber seen such a sight. In silent wonder, he stared at the sunset, unable to tear his gaze away.