Posted on September 15, 2011 at 1:06am
The airship docks were crowded today.
That was a common occurrence, truthfully, but as Amalia stared up into the hordes of dusty, wind-worn passengers that ejected themselves from the various flying crates, she couldn't help but feel crowded. There was a certain weight to the mood, in the small port town, today, and if affected even those first stepping onto it's mud-caked streets. Pale blue eyes continued to stare upward, studying the rigging of various vessels as she made her… Continue