The Docks

[-Undead-Legends-]

New ships file in and out of the docks, transporting citizens and visitors for a day or two of fun. In the background, sailors shout orders and seagulls screech. Man, you're going to have a great day!

 

[Restricted Evidence]

A short young lady, not the usual type at the docks, walked along the wooden planks barefooted. Her light silver hair bounced along her back to her rear as it was tied into a long pony tail. Her pale skin would make anyone wonder where she came from on this sunny day as she made her way down the dock with a mug of green liquid. Her light blue eyes seemed to be focused on the water with a gaze so intent one would have thought she meant to walk right into it. She plopped down at the edge and hung her legs so that her feet were touching the ocean below. It was then that she finally took a sip from her mug.

"Ack," she exclaimed, nearly spitting it back out. "Too much rosemary." She then went back to sipping the tea anyway as not to waste it, then went on to wiggle her toes in the water to entice fish to come and play.