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Nogrod · 03-07-2006, 02:38 PM

Bregoware

Sythric looked around him, over the whole party. There was silence. Everyone seemed to have fallen in their thoughts – well he was too. He remembered the last time he had crossed the river. It was a hot summer's day, almost four years ago. Had it been so long ago? There had been a gentle breeze over the river that eased the heat. There had only been a couple of travellers and one merchant with his wagons abroad. He had rode to Bregoware with the merchant, he was called Tricart, if he remembered it correctly. Nice guy he was, although a bit talkative. Sythric smiled a little. That day on the ferry was vividly in his mind. The sunshine and the warmth, the security of those days...

He hadn’t ever kind of made himself used to the water. It is for the fishes, as he had always accounted for his inconvenience with all things related to water. Now he was regretting, he never had really looked over, how these ferries really worked. The rope was kind of fitted to the ferry somehow, and then pulled from land with the pulleys. Well, we have no rope, and no-one to pull from ashore. Could anyone of us swim over, even if we had a rope and some genius to find out a way it could work? Getting into that current with Thydrë? No way! There had to be a solution for this one... there just had to be!

03-07-2006, 02:38 PM	#170
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,310	Bregoware Sythric looked around him, over the whole party. There was silence. Everyone seemed to have fallen in their thoughts – well he was too. He remembered the last time he had crossed the river. It was a hot summer's day, almost four years ago. Had it been so long ago? There had been a gentle breeze over the river that eased the heat. There had only been a couple of travellers and one merchant with his wagons abroad. He had rode to Bregoware with the merchant, he was called Tricart, if he remembered it correctly. Nice guy he was, although a bit talkative. Sythric smiled a little. That day on the ferry was vividly in his mind. The sunshine and the warmth, the security of those days... He hadn’t ever kind of made himself used to the water. It is for the fishes, as he had always accounted for his inconvenience with all things related to water. Now he was regretting, he never had really looked over, how these ferries really worked. The rope was kind of fitted to the ferry somehow, and then pulled from land with the pulleys. Well, we have no rope, and no-one to pull from ashore. Could anyone of us swim over, even if we had a rope and some genius to find out a way it could work? Getting into that current with Thydrë? No way! There had to be a solution for this one... there just had to be! Last edited by Nogrod; 03-08-2006 at 02:38 AM.