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[Oct. 6] [Suikoden III] Casting Off Toward Viela
Title: Casting Off Toward Viela
Day/Theme: Oct. 6, 2009 "They whisper, "Goodbye, goodbye," in a falling mist
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Kiht, Sev, Nika, Kiheiji, Stephen
Rating: G
"Sev," Kiht Pavlen called to his son, his voice echoing amidst the stone tunnels and columns. Several small children giggled and looked from among each other at the young man in that "Ooh, you're in trouble," way that cut across cultures.
They were already almost back at the point where they had originally separated from Kiheiji and Kiht. "Coming!" Sev yelled, in that exasperated manner that adolescents are prone to do. "Geez," he muttered to himself, "He couldn't wait just a few more minutes. We were almost there." He sped to an easy sprint around the corner, stopping a yard or so in front of his father. "Okay, what is it?"
The Lovein chieftain wasted no time propelling his plans forward. "Get yourself ready to row to Viela. We're taking these people to the island and taking a look at the situation for ourselves."
Whether Sev agreed with his father's decision or not, not even he could say. This was a difficult situation to judge. At times like this, he was glad that he wasn't the one forced to make the call on how the village would handle itself. The people of Viela were their friends, their neighbors, but anything that involved the inquisitors was a little iffy. If you played with fire you might get burned. "Yeah, sure," he remarked dully. He would reserve his judgment until he saw what was going on with his own two eyes. "C'mon, this way," he waved the Harmonian visitors along down a different path that sloped sharply downward toward the level of the ocean.
Sasarai dipped his head nervously, even though the roof of rock was located a good foot or so above him. Even wearing his tall bishop's hat, he wouldn't have scratched the ceiling. The sides of the white rock seemed to close in on them. It was a narrow passageway and it was making him a bit claustrophobic, like visiting the mining operation at the Pit with Lord Seda and his daughter. He couldn't bear to be down here long. It was dimly lit and gradually growing damper as they proceeded downward.
Nika didn't like it either. She put a kindly hand on Sasarai's shoulder in a show of solidarity. Honestly, if she were asked, she would say it was kind of creepy, but maybe the passageway had to stay narrow for the sake of stability. It wouldn't do any good to widen it at the expense of bringing down the village and half of the cliff down with it.
The sound of waves slapping against rocks echoed up to them and it gradually grew light again in a spiral of eerie bluish colors that wavered and swirled against the white and grayish sediment. The sounds of the ocean grew louder as the passage opened up to a flat stone area with several wooden platforms attached to it to create a homemade pier. The entire assortment looked unpleasantly rickety. Sasarai would be hard-pressed to believe any of it could survive a serious storm of the sort that blew through this area in the early Fall, but then again, perhaps it wasn't meant to. He wouldn't put it past the Loveins to simply rebuild it every year and allow the elements to sweep it away when it became too unstable if it was too much work to create something sturdier.
The slippery rock area they were standing one was sheltered by an overhang of rock, but the wooden portion of the dock stuck out of the cave several yards into the open water. Tethered to thick posts were a bevy of carved out canoes, painted on the sides with blue and purple markings, either for decoration or to denote ownership. The tiny vessels bobbed up and down on the water like sea otters cracking open clams. Unlike the dock, they looked well-crafted, although unlikely to have the capacity to carry more than three people if tightly squeezed together.
At a distance, they could see several of the boats out in the water. They looked to be the exact Lovein equivalent of a common sight off Mirlan and all the other coastal towns of Harmonia's northeastern region: fishing vessels. Some went out in pairs, stretching a large net between them, and others sailed out singularly with lobster traps or fishing lines. Stephen was reminded of seed pods that had fallen from trees to bob up and down in Riverway's canals. What a lively way to live, perched between the rocks and the sea. What would Riverway's gondoliers think of this?
"So, how're we gonna do this?" Sev asked his father, who had emerged from the tunnel just a moment ago after following behind them with Kiheiji.
"I'll take the baggage, since 'Heiji usually carries enough stuff on his own to sink a lesser sailor, along with Sasarai and Nika, since I'd guess they're lightest. You think you can manage with Kiheiji and Stephen? I was hoping that I wouldn't have to rope anyone else into taking part in this."
"Piece of cake," Sev scoffed, "As long as someone else can help me row."
"Allow me," Kiheiji offered his services.
The proceeded along to the boats. Kiht hopped down effortlessly into his. It was a bit larger than the others, unsurprising for the possession of the chieftain. Kiheiji removed his pack and happily passed it over to Kiht. His back was sore. He was glad to finally have the tiresome weight off his shoulders. Stephen reluctantly surrendered his small bag as well. The wind began to gain speed, coming in cold and biting from the nameless lands to the north. The sea spray whipped up higher around the rocks and canoes, hanging in the air like an ominous mist. Stephen's eyes began to tear up in response to the stinging salt. He blinked painfully and wiped them with the back of his hand.
Separated from his intended passengers by the baggage, Kiht reached out with a paddle in place of his hand to give Nika something to steady herself on as she stepped into the boat. She in turn assisted Sasarai, who flopped down awkwardly against the carved out wood. "I'll help with the rowing," Nika announced. She wasn't going to be shown up the men here- she couldn't be a worse sailor than Sasarai, after all.
"Sev, will ya untie the line there?" Kiht asked his son, who stood by watching from the dock.
"Got it, Da," he made short work of the knot and tossed the rope into the canoe, where it struck Sasarai on the arm and then feel to the bottom with a resounding clunk.
"Thanks. It's us first then," Kiht said, dipping his paddle into the water.
Day/Theme: Oct. 6, 2009 "They whisper, "Goodbye, goodbye," in a falling mist
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Kiht, Sev, Nika, Kiheiji, Stephen
Rating: G
"Sev," Kiht Pavlen called to his son, his voice echoing amidst the stone tunnels and columns. Several small children giggled and looked from among each other at the young man in that "Ooh, you're in trouble," way that cut across cultures.
They were already almost back at the point where they had originally separated from Kiheiji and Kiht. "Coming!" Sev yelled, in that exasperated manner that adolescents are prone to do. "Geez," he muttered to himself, "He couldn't wait just a few more minutes. We were almost there." He sped to an easy sprint around the corner, stopping a yard or so in front of his father. "Okay, what is it?"
The Lovein chieftain wasted no time propelling his plans forward. "Get yourself ready to row to Viela. We're taking these people to the island and taking a look at the situation for ourselves."
Whether Sev agreed with his father's decision or not, not even he could say. This was a difficult situation to judge. At times like this, he was glad that he wasn't the one forced to make the call on how the village would handle itself. The people of Viela were their friends, their neighbors, but anything that involved the inquisitors was a little iffy. If you played with fire you might get burned. "Yeah, sure," he remarked dully. He would reserve his judgment until he saw what was going on with his own two eyes. "C'mon, this way," he waved the Harmonian visitors along down a different path that sloped sharply downward toward the level of the ocean.
Sasarai dipped his head nervously, even though the roof of rock was located a good foot or so above him. Even wearing his tall bishop's hat, he wouldn't have scratched the ceiling. The sides of the white rock seemed to close in on them. It was a narrow passageway and it was making him a bit claustrophobic, like visiting the mining operation at the Pit with Lord Seda and his daughter. He couldn't bear to be down here long. It was dimly lit and gradually growing damper as they proceeded downward.
Nika didn't like it either. She put a kindly hand on Sasarai's shoulder in a show of solidarity. Honestly, if she were asked, she would say it was kind of creepy, but maybe the passageway had to stay narrow for the sake of stability. It wouldn't do any good to widen it at the expense of bringing down the village and half of the cliff down with it.
The sound of waves slapping against rocks echoed up to them and it gradually grew light again in a spiral of eerie bluish colors that wavered and swirled against the white and grayish sediment. The sounds of the ocean grew louder as the passage opened up to a flat stone area with several wooden platforms attached to it to create a homemade pier. The entire assortment looked unpleasantly rickety. Sasarai would be hard-pressed to believe any of it could survive a serious storm of the sort that blew through this area in the early Fall, but then again, perhaps it wasn't meant to. He wouldn't put it past the Loveins to simply rebuild it every year and allow the elements to sweep it away when it became too unstable if it was too much work to create something sturdier.
The slippery rock area they were standing one was sheltered by an overhang of rock, but the wooden portion of the dock stuck out of the cave several yards into the open water. Tethered to thick posts were a bevy of carved out canoes, painted on the sides with blue and purple markings, either for decoration or to denote ownership. The tiny vessels bobbed up and down on the water like sea otters cracking open clams. Unlike the dock, they looked well-crafted, although unlikely to have the capacity to carry more than three people if tightly squeezed together.
At a distance, they could see several of the boats out in the water. They looked to be the exact Lovein equivalent of a common sight off Mirlan and all the other coastal towns of Harmonia's northeastern region: fishing vessels. Some went out in pairs, stretching a large net between them, and others sailed out singularly with lobster traps or fishing lines. Stephen was reminded of seed pods that had fallen from trees to bob up and down in Riverway's canals. What a lively way to live, perched between the rocks and the sea. What would Riverway's gondoliers think of this?
"So, how're we gonna do this?" Sev asked his father, who had emerged from the tunnel just a moment ago after following behind them with Kiheiji.
"I'll take the baggage, since 'Heiji usually carries enough stuff on his own to sink a lesser sailor, along with Sasarai and Nika, since I'd guess they're lightest. You think you can manage with Kiheiji and Stephen? I was hoping that I wouldn't have to rope anyone else into taking part in this."
"Piece of cake," Sev scoffed, "As long as someone else can help me row."
"Allow me," Kiheiji offered his services.
The proceeded along to the boats. Kiht hopped down effortlessly into his. It was a bit larger than the others, unsurprising for the possession of the chieftain. Kiheiji removed his pack and happily passed it over to Kiht. His back was sore. He was glad to finally have the tiresome weight off his shoulders. Stephen reluctantly surrendered his small bag as well. The wind began to gain speed, coming in cold and biting from the nameless lands to the north. The sea spray whipped up higher around the rocks and canoes, hanging in the air like an ominous mist. Stephen's eyes began to tear up in response to the stinging salt. He blinked painfully and wiped them with the back of his hand.
Separated from his intended passengers by the baggage, Kiht reached out with a paddle in place of his hand to give Nika something to steady herself on as she stepped into the boat. She in turn assisted Sasarai, who flopped down awkwardly against the carved out wood. "I'll help with the rowing," Nika announced. She wasn't going to be shown up the men here- she couldn't be a worse sailor than Sasarai, after all.
"Sev, will ya untie the line there?" Kiht asked his son, who stood by watching from the dock.
"Got it, Da," he made short work of the knot and tossed the rope into the canoe, where it struck Sasarai on the arm and then feel to the bottom with a resounding clunk.
"Thanks. It's us first then," Kiht said, dipping his paddle into the water.