by Lost Caravan Tue May 02, 2017 9:30 pm
The Red Dutchy's castle town stood strong and tall over the ocean beneath it. The tall stone statues of the country's deities standing vehemently against the waves that crashed against them. The ports were wet under the torrential amount of rain that seemed to coat the sea sides of the Red Dutchy. Something about the atmosphere felt off to most people who came to the castle town. It truly was an enigma as to what it was.
Nilo stood at the end of the port where the boat should be coming boarding at. He had heard it wasn't the most elegant of ships, but he supposed they took the first one they could find. It wasn't like he had the opportunity to send a boat all the way across the ocean himself. Things had been quite undesirable for the most part... Regardless, he'd stand as proper and optimistic as he could. He wanted to welcome his friends with open arms.
Zinnian would stand beside Nilo, her tall and terrifying figure causing most to keep away from them. She held above herself an umbrella that conveniently was large enough to cover Nilo even though he had his own umbrella in hand. She considered him a tad bit hopeless when it came to his flightiness, but she supposed it was an endearing quirk at times.
Regardless, besides the storm, boats would go out to aid the ship into port easier. Their larger bodies helping take the brunt of most of the waves for the smaller ship. It would board carefully and without much worry, thanks to that, and Nilo stood on his heels in anxious wait. It was good to see more friendly and familiar faces again after so much had happened.
