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We Make Do with Our Circumstances; [Private: Eran Alexander]
Topic Started: Mon Feb 7, 2011 10:39 pm (270 Views)
Adaeze
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Striberg, as it seemed, was actually a fertile ground for magical experiments. Mosri thought the attempts of the magi to create a small park on the bare ice was particularly ambitious. On a smaller scale, the little patch of green was innocuous enough. Little blades of grass poked out, a bit sparser than usual, giving way to the occasional scruffy bush or tree. The park's creators had been kind enough to pave a little cobblestone path through the whole thing, with benches placed in strategic areas.

Mosri had stayed in this city for almost a month, mostly due to scheduling conflicts with her travel. The dwarf dockmaster she'd spoken to was absolutely convinced that her documentation was for a one-way trip only. Striberg was packed with trade ships this season, and they simply didn't have space on their docks for ferries to and from the mainland. Seemingly stranded on a giant slab of ice, Mosri then turned to air travel.

To her dismay, rentals of flying animals were incredibly expensive when one was not trained in the ways of riding them; besides, the renters seemed a bit shady. That left airships. Striberg did have one huge airship dock tower that was visible from almost any point in the city, but Mosri quickly found out that they were a relatively new technology; only a few of them existed. The cheapest and nearest flight in the network was to Taras, but the construction of their tower (and the single airship they owned) was behind schedule and it wouldn't be opened for a few weeks yet. She was forced to wait.

Without much to do, Mosri would often take walks through this artificial park to pass the time. The patch of life in what was otherwise a floating wasteland was somehow comforting. Sitting on one of wooden benches, she watched Striberger kids play games in the grass field at the center of the park. Nearby, there would almost always be a mage or two tending to the plants. Since the plants weren't rooted in nutrient-rich soil -- or any soil, for that matter -- mages would have to constantly "feed" them with magic. It was a strange, interesting thing to watch them do.

"Any progress on introducing animals here, Mr. Larson?" Mosri asked a man in a wide-brimmed hat who was moving around in a nearby bush.

"Aye, Mos!" he called back, almost chuckling to himself. "We placed an order fer the squirrels this morning. Ranger 'bout nearly crapped 'imself laughing at us. 'Stribergers always asking for the strangest things,' he says."

The tips of Mosri's lips turned upward slightly. "That's good news. Hopefully you'll be able to contain them in the park somehow."

"Bah. Magic finds a way," Mr. Larson said, going back to his work.

The woman turned back, facing forward in her seat. In front of her, a group of children were giggling as they played a popular game. Mosri could barely make out a man sitting on a distant bench. Other people were also seated or walking through the park path.

Lively place, she supposed.
Edited by Adaeze, Mon Feb 7, 2011 10:47 pm.
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