Of Little Townes & Large Takes
Cloudsfall Harbour Her formers, looking at bright lights flare up as other passengers cleared the docks, spoke a bit about direction and which way this thing or that thing was but Halycind's enamored eyes only drank in the shadowed shapes of buildings behind thick mists, lamplight flickering through ground clouds, workers on the docks calling whistles to one another. Cloudsfall seemed to be a town of ascending and descending bridge-walks and stacked buildings that lay on a sloping beach, with the occasional very tall structure here and there. Watchtowers stretching far up to reach over the mists, she presumed. Kodlaa, beside her, held on fast to Percival's cloak as to not lose her Exemplariat in this surrounding mystery. It was too close for her, the clouds on the ground. Siin, howeve
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