Post by Maryan Rook on Jun 1, 2009 19:59:59 GMT 5
The day was nice, the pale blue sky of morning was streaked with thin white clouds as the bright morning sun rose over the port city of Palmacosta. The inhabitants of the city, well most of them, had been up and moving since the crack of dawn, all of them going about their business. Some of them set up their wears on the docks, others prepared boats for travel and some began their daily routines. One of such people was a young woman who was gathering the heavy down blankets from vacant rooms and hanging them out on a line so she could beat the dust from them.
She hummed softly to herself with a tune that played in her head as she worked slowly but evenly, waving cherrfully whenever a familiar face passed by. To day was just like any day, warm with the rising sun though the chill of the night still clung to the world in little dew drops and a soft spriong breeze.
She hummed softly to herself with a tune that played in her head as she worked slowly but evenly, waving cherrfully whenever a familiar face passed by. To day was just like any day, warm with the rising sun though the chill of the night still clung to the world in little dew drops and a soft spriong breeze.
