Post by clouddancer on Apr 13, 2008 15:50:15 GMT -5
Kieran Waded out of the sea, the waves breaking gently on the shore of the beach as he walked smootly to the dry sand and stood, dripping wet from his most recent dive, looking out to sea, he could see the sun setting a fiery red scene accross the hardly breaking waves from whoose depths he had just emerged. Uncilipping the net bag from his belt which contained the afternoons "pickings" from the lower reef, Kieran turned and walked to his hut which sat nestled between a sand dune and where the land became soil, a couple of hundred metres from the outskirts of the city. Dropping the bag on a low table just outside the door he disappeared into the huts gloomy depths for a moment before re-emerging with two small basins and a bucket. He sat behind the table, tipping the contents of the net bag onto the worn wooden surface of the table Kieran set out the two trays, one on the end of the table, one on the ground next to where he now sat cross legged, his knees and ancles wrapped around the bucket as it filled with fresh cool water. He began his work, cleaning the artefacts recovered from the sea and sorting them into edible and not. Any he rejected got dropped to the bottom of the bucket to be thrown back to the depths later. A slight breeze blew, ruffling his blonde hair which was already almost dry due to the heat of the evening air. He began to sing quietly. A soft elvish lullaby with a waving chorus like the sea.
