Teeke
Lord of Altera
"If the seas don't relent, Calan will surely flood." Saelihn thinks to herself as she stands on the muddy gravel path. She sinks in a bit if she stands still, rocks and pebbles slide aside making holes for her feet. If she stands longer mud and gravel tries to fill the hole back in, sucking her down further. She lifts her feet and pulls them from the much before heading over to the pond. It gargles and pukes out water, the shore seems to want to reach into the jungle around it. All the water seems to do nothing but climb higher.
There's a crash and a boom in the sky, signaling the start of another downpour. Calan was designed to handle a fair amount of water, and ahrug it off with relative ease - but the amount it has been receiving is just too much, the ground drowns, and the animals flee for higher ground. The mountains that typically protect Calan from the fiercest of storms now catch them and throw them back into the bay.
Saelihn sighs and climbs one of the spiraling stairs, heading up to dry ground. She sits in the kitchen and sips some wine as she looks out to the churning sea.
There's a crash and a boom in the sky, signaling the start of another downpour. Calan was designed to handle a fair amount of water, and ahrug it off with relative ease - but the amount it has been receiving is just too much, the ground drowns, and the animals flee for higher ground. The mountains that typically protect Calan from the fiercest of storms now catch them and throw them back into the bay.
Saelihn sighs and climbs one of the spiraling stairs, heading up to dry ground. She sits in the kitchen and sips some wine as she looks out to the churning sea.