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 Posted: Fri Oct 02, 2009 11:55 am
This is the main city of the Tribe itself. Small waterways criss cross the entire city,
spreading for just under a mile in every direction. The Water Ways are not connected
to the ocean, but rather from a large water source that begins from somewhere
in the Sacred Lands, to somewhere underground. People are everywhere, but they
are very peaceful. Guards do walk the streets, but the only thing that identifies them
are the Village Symbols on their cloaks.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:10 pm
Standing at the stern of a trim gondola, Amatsutsuriai belted out a hearty song, a common one and the effect was quite pleasant as it carried down the slim waterways he traversed. People paused on the intimate bridges that crossed his path, waiting for the appearance of the gondolier. When they saw him they were shocked, he had amazingly odd features but seemed cheery. Spying a small band of children waiting patiently at a gondola wharf Amatsu dipped his hand and sifted the boat towards them, quietly slicing the water beneath the boat. When he neared an older boy held out a number of coins, enough for the fare and tip of a gondolier that would have accepted them on his vessel. With all dignity Ama received the money, but when they had set off, Him resuming song, but now a newer more childlike one, he lessened the density of the coins and slipped them imperceptibly back into the boys pocket with a gold coin of his own to boot. The children were not the wealthiest and their destination was in one of the lower-middle class areas of Jufoga. They looked a bit dirty, the older children mostlikely running small errands for small change and the younger waiting nearby under the watch the middle daughter, who had shrewd eyes and was quick to catch and rebuke any naughty fingers dipping into the water over the edge of the gondola or tugging at one of the other siblings. When they reached their destination, as soon as the last child was off Amatsu rapidly changed his density, he was ow much denser than water and lost buoyancy, sinking below the waters but was not harmed by the lack of oxygen, things were different for him. When the children turned about to see him off, they saw only rippling waters where once stood a beautiful vessel, but they had greater surprise when they found the coins at home, the story of an angel gondolier spread around the area, making Amatsu chuckle as he sang out a pray, the prow of his vessel disappearing about one of the corners of the waterway, where he found himself in a smal secluded open garden, water bubbled about trees and flower patches. he moored his ship and stepped into the garden, seating himself on a delicate marble bench, very few people knew of this place, most of those who did know of it found it by chance and thought it private property and fled in fear of prosecution from some rich family. Yet here sat a humble man, who sand out prayers softly as he sat in the fading light of the day. Small glimmers of light appeared in the bubbling pools of the garden, transforming the garden from one enchantment to another.
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