Rise Again to the Surface, part 3. A Special NetTern spent the rest of the day with the children, part because he liked their company, and part because he needed to muster the courage to ask the fishwives for new things. He really felt bad about losing his equipment to the Sea and causing more work for the already busy ladies on the driftwood terrace, and wanted to calm himself before going to speak to them.
So he stayed with the children. Therefore his day was full of secret endeavors and wonderful games and discoveries.
First Tern followed the children to the shadowy reside below the smoke and salt houses west of the village. He had to walk hunch-backed or swim where the children walked and jumped without trouble, because the water was higher than usual in the boat-turned tide. The ceiling was low and green ropes of seaweed dangled from the supporting beams. There was a strong smell of smoke and salt clinging to the wood all around them.
"There it is, look!"
Minnow was pointing excitedly and wading towards a low corner where even
Rise Again to the Surface, part 2. - RebirthMyxine was sitting on the Cliffside terrace with the other saltwives. The fish girl sat in the middle of them on comfortable cushions, clad in white and sand-colored silks, barefoot, and a crown of braided seaweed in a twisting band of driftwood holding her hair. The wind was blowing from the bay and the white curtains flew in the air. Occasionally sprays of seawater flew in as well and clung to their skin even though the Cliffside terrace was the highest point of all the Greenwater Bay area.
Myxine was the youngest of the saltwives, admitted into the order only two months earlier. She was glad that she had been chosen to join the wise saltwives, because now she could attend to the preparing of her best friend to adulthood.
There were having some problems with that, though. The fish girl had proved a tricky problem even to the conjoined wits of all saltwives. It seemed that certain rules had to be broken for her in order for her to ever become a woman grown on the fisher folk's standar
Rise Again to the Surface, part 1. - TernOn the windswept shores of Greenwater Bay the fishermen were rowing and sailing their boats and small ships against the sharp wind, calling over the crashes of the waves to each other, telling where they were headed and where the fish bones predicted them large schools of fish today.
A small roving boat upturned suddenly when a wave caught it to the side, and roars of laughter rang over the water, but the ones who laughed the hardest were also the first to flank the upturned boat and help to turn it around again. The unfortunate fisherman came spitting and cursing from the water and was hoisted into his boat.
He was forced to turn back to the shore without any fish his equipment had gone to the bottom with his dignity and spirit. It was a shame for a man to return without game but everyone knew that Greenwater Bay was treacherous on days like this; the fishwives would not scold him too sharply.
Little children raced on the sand to meet the young sailor and helped him
Rise Again to the Surface - prologue
In the depths of a dark cave lit only by the dim glow of the rock known as lightstone, which speckled the damp, moss-covered walls, a figure crawled from an underground pool. Its legs were torn and bloody, and bright red blood mixed with water on the uneven stone floor. Its milky white skin was turning grey with blood loss and it shivered uncontrollably.
A wave of pain caught it and it curled tightly into a rocky corner and groaned in the darkness. The sound was thin and strained, like a voice long forgotten used again for the first time. Something else slithered from between its legs and slid onto the floor, where it lay lifeless and motionless in the end of the cord that tied it into its mother.
For a long time the cave was silent but for the uneasy breathing of the mother. Then other sounds came from a corridor by the pool, and firelight reflected from her large dark eyes. She was too tired to move, too much of her blood had flown into the water and onto the rocks. She looked wearil
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