- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Genres
- I'm wary of magic with lots of rules.
Theodore participated in the launch with great enthusiasm, throwing the lever with all the gusto of one who was expected to perform other tasks. He looked slightly disheartened when there was nothing else to do, but instead beamed at pride at the lever, placing his hands on his hips and congratulating it for a job well down. Surely it was a rather important lever, for he alone was tasked with moving it!
He watched the sights of Iwaku city pass him, then fade into the horizon, with great relish. Personally he had had little time to explore the city, for he had only arrived recently from his distance homeland to set up shop here. He left behind a dead city, killed by the brutal trade policies and free trade agreements from large kingdoms such as Iwaku. Unexpectedly, he bore little grudge - but that was a monologue for another time.
Although he was in the mood for conversation (a syllable had not left his throat in almost an hour!) he could not seem to find anyone to banter with! Everyone seemed to retire to their respective cabins once the ship left port. What was the point in moving to a wood and iron box? They would miss all the sites and scenes on this ..
Ocean, as far as the eye could see. Only Iwaku glittered dimly in the background. Well, he still tried to be optimistic about it.
About ten minutes later, the rocking of the horizon made him sleepy and somewhat nauseous, and he collapsed in a heap on one of the rather severe deck chairs littering the deck, hand laid over his forehead dramatically.
He watched the sights of Iwaku city pass him, then fade into the horizon, with great relish. Personally he had had little time to explore the city, for he had only arrived recently from his distance homeland to set up shop here. He left behind a dead city, killed by the brutal trade policies and free trade agreements from large kingdoms such as Iwaku. Unexpectedly, he bore little grudge - but that was a monologue for another time.
Although he was in the mood for conversation (a syllable had not left his throat in almost an hour!) he could not seem to find anyone to banter with! Everyone seemed to retire to their respective cabins once the ship left port. What was the point in moving to a wood and iron box? They would miss all the sites and scenes on this ..
Ocean, as far as the eye could see. Only Iwaku glittered dimly in the background. Well, he still tried to be optimistic about it.
About ten minutes later, the rocking of the horizon made him sleepy and somewhat nauseous, and he collapsed in a heap on one of the rather severe deck chairs littering the deck, hand laid over his forehead dramatically.