Tag: Stroyline x 1

Part 1

Below the horizon the sun yet hid, only just threatening to peak out by orange glow amidst the morning still within its twilight. The air, misty and dank clung to the space between the houses and the streets. Old bones of homes began to stir; groaning, creaking, with open windows and fires stoked and fed. With doors opening, letting free the people and their pets huddled within. Almost too soon the noises began to grow in volume with forges alight and bellowing, with the shanties of sailors and fisherman, the squawk of gulls.

Then, life truly at last for the day, signaled by the toll of bells and the light that drowned the sky in gold and orange at the edge and brightened the skies dark hues. Yet for all that light and...