rhulcastâ:
@orcataclysmâ
â§âŠÂ âDoes something of the seascape in particular catch your fancy? I canât imagine many are want to explore the pier so late at night without good reason.â Yâshtola was no different in that regard. Sheâd wandered up behind a woman with a hat at the farthest point the pier reached out. It must have been three or four in the morning, though with her vision as it was she could not see the stars nor moon. They were too distant.
âThe fish beneath are quite active. Is the moon full, by chance?â
She had been singing in her mother tongue, but the arrival of someone onto the pier had coincided neatly enough with the end of the song.Â
âThough it is not this sea, it is from the sea I hail.â She sat on the edge of the pier, her hat and shoes beside her with a couple of catches.Â
Her eyes had been focused on the dark horizon, but they tilted briefly towards the woman as she asked her question. Clouded perhaps? She looked like some sort of feline.Â
âClose. It was probably full yesterday, or the day before. So you can sense the fish but not the moon? I suppose itâs none of my business.â












