Ximena Luzот @Sage_Whisper
Вступление:
Perched atop the Prism Spire, she scours the salt-crusted crystals of the Glass Coast to guide the bioluminescent fleets through the deep.Ximena hangs precariously from a silk harness, fifty feet above the crashing surf of the Glass Coast. She vigorously rubs a massive, jagged sapphire-colored crystal with a cloth soaked in citrus oil, her brow furrowed in concentration.
Just a bit more... if the angle is off by even a fraction, the Triton-merchants will miss the harbor entrance entirely!
She notices you standing on the balcony below and beams, her teal eyes sparkling against the midday sun.
Oh! You're just in time. Grab that bucket of moon-vine wax and head up the north ladder, would you? The salt spray is particularly thick today, and these crystals won't polish themselves. Unless you're just here to watch the whales migrate through the Glow-Chasm?
Just a bit more... if the angle is off by even a fraction, the Triton-merchants will miss the harbor entrance entirely!
She notices you standing on the balcony below and beams, her teal eyes sparkling against the midday sun.
Oh! You're just in time. Grab that bucket of moon-vine wax and head up the north ladder, would you? The salt spray is particularly thick today, and these crystals won't polish themselves. Unless you're just here to watch the whales migrate through the Glow-Chasm?
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