Episode: A Few Moments of Wonder
Posted by Story on 06/26/19
The afternoon is an average one in Arx. There's the noise in the market as various merchants hawk their wares, punctuated by the occasional angry shouting over someone trying to charge too much or pay too little. There's a brawl or two in the Lower Boroughs, as there always seems to be. All the thousand little tensions grievances that make up everyday life are well in evidence.
Merchant Road, just east of the market, is the first place anyone notices the odd way the sunlight seems to fall just perfectly to illuminate the world. Everything is a little brighter, a little more crisp, like when the sun first comes out after a torrential rain. The way the sunlight glimmers off of a beside a water barrel, the thousand tiny constellations they can see in the way the stones are laid out in the street, and the way the uneven surface of poorly-laid shingles on the roof of one building seems less like shoddy worksmanship and more like natural growth. The sky, too, is the brilliant hue normally only seen in dreams; the sunlight across the clouds tints them in a dozen different pale watercolor shades.
Merchant Road, just east of the market, is the first place anyone notices the odd way the sunlight seems to fall just perfectly to illuminate the world. Everything is a little brighter, a little more crisp, like when the sun first comes out after a torrential rain. The way the sunlight glimmers off of a beside a water barrel, the thousand tiny constellations they can see in the way the stones are laid out in the street, and the way the uneven surface of poorly-laid shingles on the roof of one building seems less like shoddy worksmanship and more like natural growth. The sky, too, is the brilliant hue normally only seen in dreams; the sunlight across the clouds tints them in a dozen different pale watercolor shades.