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The
Waters of Dawn Cove
~Story 9~
Seylma felt her leg
cramp and knew she'd need to rest soon. She'd been running for the better
part of the day and knew her body needed rest if she wanted to reach her
destination. She was headed home to Dawn Cove with an urgent message. The
merchant caravan that called Dawn Cove home had run into some unexpected
trouble and though they would be able to repair the damage, it would take
considerably longer than when she could bring in reinforcements.
Seylma slowed to a walk and did the stretches that usually alleviated the
stitches and cramps. Her stomach growled and she knew she had to eat
something. She had some stale bread and jerky on hand which would do, but an
alluring smell had her mouth watering for better fare.
Following her nose, she soon found the origin of the savoury smell to be a
stew of some sort with fish and some unappetising looking vegetables. Black
and brown they seemed to have spoiled and she doubted they were safe to eat.
But someone clearly thought they were.
"Hello?" a feminine voice asked.
"I wasn't going to steal your food." Seylma replied instantly.
"You didn't look like you were going to." the woman, with short black hair
replied, "I'm Xenta."
"Seylma."
"What brings you to our seaweed farm?"
"Is that what this is?" Seylma asked.
"Yes, it's very nutritious and tastes good in broths, soups and stews. I
know the sight needs some getting used to. We seldomly get people visiting
here though."
Seylma returned her attention to the task at hand.
"I'm actually from around here. Dawn Cove. It's been here for a couple of
years. Our caravan ran into a ditch and I'm running home to get some people
to help repair it. I need some rest and food before I can continue though. I
can pay you for supper."
"No need, there's plenty to go around and I wouldn't mind feeding you in
exchange for news."
"That I can do. We were away for quite some time and went as far as Dubryn."
Xenta whisteld, "Wait a bit, my brother Bavo will want to hear this."
Not much later, the
trio was sitting around the fire, a bowl of stew and some bread in hand.
Seylma recounted the small and big happenings she'd heard about. There was
exciting news in the city, talk of innovation and scandal. But there were
also smaller triumphs from the towns and she even shared a recipe from a
village resident she'd meant to try when she got home. it seemed only proper
to share it as payment for the wonderful meal.
The sun started it's descent toward the horizon and Seylma got up to
apologise and continue.
"Bavo, how about we help Seylma out a bit." Xenta asked.
She knew her brother did not take kindly to orders, but he would most likely
be willing to help.
"You want to offer her our cart and horse."
"More like I want to take her over to Dawn Cove. A great the neighbours and
share some of our wares in order to find local customers. It's part of my
big plans."
"You just thought those up. But I hate to say you've got a point."
The two laughed, brother and sister used to each other and comfortable with
each other's strengths and weaknesses. Bavo gave the idea a few seconds of
thought but knew he'd been bested. It wouldn't hurt to make friends with a
nearby settlement, especially since he and Xenta were on their own. Having a
larger town to turn to in times of trouble would be a load of their backs.
"I take it you won't mind a ride in our cart?" he asked Seylma.
"I wouldn't ask it of you, but if you're offering I'll gladly guide you to
Dawn Cove."
The cart was a small,
open wagon with a seat for the driver and room for 3 to 4 people in the
back, or a whole load of dried seaweed. Xenta was always comforted by it's
salty smell and she enjoyed the prospect of a ride, the wind in her hair and
the afternoon sun on her back. The seaweed growing in the salt water would
thrive without them and the chickens were safe in their pen and had enough
feed to go for a few days. Life was safer here than most places. Bavo was
still worried about tragedy that might befall them, but Xenta did not have
those worries. She could not blame her brother because they'd both seen that
tragedy. Neither of them wanted to be defined by it though.
After half an hour in the cart, Seylma directed Bavo down a smaller road and
told him to follow it until he saw buildings. The road was narrow but
well-kept though the surrounding trees diminished the remaining light.
"Do you think we might stay overnight?" Bavo asked.
"That won't be a problem. We have plenty of room." Seylma replied, "I'll be
able to return the favour by getting you breakfast. We have a few good cooks
in the settlement who mostly do the cooking."
As Seylma shared more of how Dawn Cove worked, it became clear that they
were like one big family, even if not all people were related. They cared
for each other and did what they could and in turn were provided with what
they needed. It would not work in a big city, but in a small town such
ideals could flourish.
And then the road opened up as the trees gave way to a village. Houses and
larger structures were interspersed by gardens and squares. Children ran
around under the watchful gaze of teens and both men and women were busy
doing what they had to do.
In the distance a large creature jumped up from the water and did a flip.
"Oh and the best thing is: we've got dragons!" Seylma said excitedly.
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[INTRO] [STORY] ° [XENTA] [BAVO] [SEYLMA] ~~°~~°~~°~~
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