1 Time and Tide (Kirei & Di) Tue Mar 27, 2018 5:11 am
Tian-Di
D-rank
The cry of seagulls echoed as the azure waves lapped gently against the shore. A hundred tiny things lurked in tide pools, darting and weaving before the beak of a seagull or shag came to send them off too another life on the great wheel of Samsara. Were a wandering poet to come across the scene he would doubtless pen verses about the beauty of seclusion and the natural world. Were a gang of children to come upon the scene they would save the minuscule pool inhabitants lives by scaring off the birds with raucous games. Where a young couple to arrive they would not doubt learn the ills of making love on a sandy beach surrounded by malicious birds with a good aim.
But none of these figures were about, the beach for the moment was empty. The hypothetical poet would in his non-existent wisdom state that this was the perfect situation for momentous events as it was written in the Dao Te Ching "Being and non-being give birth to each other." Ask any child of five to ten and they will tell you that momentous events are best when a dragon is involved. Luckily for any adolescent immortals that were watching the scene from on high, this was indeed the case.
Di had left home. This is not something particularly shocking as all young men and women must one day leave their parents.Di's circumstances differed in that most young men and women did not live a palace made of coral at the bottom of the ocean. The young dragon had written a letter to his father and mother detailing his plans and his apologies for any inconvenience that it might cause them. This was in essence a formality as Taizhong Fe Long - Di's father would hardly be beset by something so minor as his seventh son taking a trip to the world of humanity. Even Di's mother Xiaohui Fe Long would barley miss her beloved son on such a small excursion of one or two centuries.
For Di though this was a major step. Many nights he had lain awake, his coils intertwined through silken sheets, thinking about his life in the world of man. The sheer ambition of humanity was breathtaking. Given such short lives but great creativity by the gods, they were a glorious paradox of ambition and ideas that lived on long after their mortal shells had perished. Who would he meet among the children of man? Merchants , mercenaries, madmen ,monks,mountebanks, mages, madames , militiamen and so many more.
And somewhere nestled deep within the tangled web that humans wove about themselves would be mystery. Something to be unraveled and brought kicking and screaming into the light of day for all to see. With those thoughts racing through his mind Di surged upwards through the surf and brine. Glorious, his scales reflected the light of the sun each embodying the sea in miniature. Whiskers now tickling in the spring wind flowed across his sides. Then the coarse feeling of sand as his claws caressed the earth.
Another dragon may well have roared for joy on making such headway into their new life. Di wasn't that sort of dragon. A good detective must remain composed and stately at all times not giving into flights of fancy. So it was that he instead tried to cut a dashing figure silhouetted by the sea.
(568)
But none of these figures were about, the beach for the moment was empty. The hypothetical poet would in his non-existent wisdom state that this was the perfect situation for momentous events as it was written in the Dao Te Ching "Being and non-being give birth to each other." Ask any child of five to ten and they will tell you that momentous events are best when a dragon is involved. Luckily for any adolescent immortals that were watching the scene from on high, this was indeed the case.
Di had left home. This is not something particularly shocking as all young men and women must one day leave their parents.Di's circumstances differed in that most young men and women did not live a palace made of coral at the bottom of the ocean. The young dragon had written a letter to his father and mother detailing his plans and his apologies for any inconvenience that it might cause them. This was in essence a formality as Taizhong Fe Long - Di's father would hardly be beset by something so minor as his seventh son taking a trip to the world of humanity. Even Di's mother Xiaohui Fe Long would barley miss her beloved son on such a small excursion of one or two centuries.
For Di though this was a major step. Many nights he had lain awake, his coils intertwined through silken sheets, thinking about his life in the world of man. The sheer ambition of humanity was breathtaking. Given such short lives but great creativity by the gods, they were a glorious paradox of ambition and ideas that lived on long after their mortal shells had perished. Who would he meet among the children of man? Merchants , mercenaries, madmen ,monks,mountebanks, mages, madames , militiamen and so many more.
And somewhere nestled deep within the tangled web that humans wove about themselves would be mystery. Something to be unraveled and brought kicking and screaming into the light of day for all to see. With those thoughts racing through his mind Di surged upwards through the surf and brine. Glorious, his scales reflected the light of the sun each embodying the sea in miniature. Whiskers now tickling in the spring wind flowed across his sides. Then the coarse feeling of sand as his claws caressed the earth.
Another dragon may well have roared for joy on making such headway into their new life. Di wasn't that sort of dragon. A good detective must remain composed and stately at all times not giving into flights of fancy. So it was that he instead tried to cut a dashing figure silhouetted by the sea.
(568)