Plotline: Elemental Messenger
Chapter Type: Environment, Social
After far too little sleep, the sunlight found me on the beach, legs and tail trailing in the wash zone.
Other than the sheer exhaustion and a bite mark where a shark had nibbled on me before deciding I didn't taste that good, I was actually in better shape than normal. The kelp line had better food than I'd had in a while. For being exiled, I was doing outstanding.
I didn't even have to wander far along the beach before spotting smoke. And smoke meant fire, which usually meant civilization. For a few wonderful minutes, I forgot that I owned nothing but a black headband that indicated I was living on borrowed time.
Fishing villages start life early; the boats were already out, those that weren't being repaired. Everyone in the village seemed to be working on something, even the elderly woman who was untangling nets.
Plus side - got a job today, starting in two weeks.
Minus side - in two weeks, I'll have ... well, about the schedule I do now.
Considering putting all my writing on Servant, now that Rhishi is at the almost-competant stage. But - also don't want to ignore Crafter, since the first action kick is about to start.
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