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Mao
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[I apologize if this is a bit long! I tried to do some scene setting early on, so that I can avoid doing it later. In terms of world setting, I was thinking something along the lines of Tales of series or Final Fantasy X, but I would prefer it not be related in any way. I'll be categorizing this as fantasy, despite the bland start. I figure we can work out from here.]
Tucked away a short walk from the docks, there was a small cove. It was here that the women gathered the chat as their children splashed around and enjoyed themselves along the tide pools. It was busy today, and the shrieks and giggles of children could be heard all the way from the docks. Further up shore, away from the splashing waves, a pack of women sat in the shade, occasionally waving to the children and keeping an ever-watchful eye upon them.
A distance away, towards the edge of the cove, was a girl. In her late teens, and clearly a villager. She was draped around a wind-worn rock, her arms cradling her head, while her legs splayed out behind her, feet buried in the warm sand. Her posture made it clear she was watching over the main group, though her work was lazy and carefree for the time being.
Wind rushed along the tropical beach, causing the long grass inland to ripple along itself. The smell of salt and fish carried with the breeze, and true to this, upwind, fishing boats were floating in to dock. Somewhere along the cliff, a bird cried out. It was a calm and tranquil day; clouds floated along in the sky, and the sun gave the sand underfoot a warm and inviting feel.Tucked away a short walk from the docks, there was a small cove. It was here that the women gathered the chat as their children splashed around and enjoyed themselves along the tide pools. It was busy today, and the shrieks and giggles of children could be heard all the way from the docks. Further up shore, away from the splashing waves, a pack of women sat in the shade, occasionally waving to the children and keeping an ever-watchful eye upon them.
A distance away, towards the edge of the cove, was a girl. In her late teens, and clearly a villager. She was draped around a wind-worn rock, her arms cradling her head, while her legs splayed out behind her, feet buried in the warm sand. Her posture made it clear she was watching over the main group, though her work was lazy and carefree for the time being.
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