The curious Meretees people of The Wet
As his vision cleared he could see that he was lying in an intricately fashioned vessel of wood that rocked and plunged atop the horrendous waves of The Wet. Petrosium was nowhere in sight, only this strange vessel and the ceaseless play of the limitless waters. Mirrortac licked the moisture from his lips and tasted the bitterness of it. The foam of angry waves leapt up around the vessel and plunged in over its bow, attempting to engulf it. Yet, it did not yield but progressed onwards, marching across the endless lake to unknown destinations.
Standing an erfin-length away and peering out was a being of just over an erfin-length in stature. Its blue-grey fur lay close against its body that was slim and fish-like in its sleekness. The being’s feet were webbed and its hands were partly webbed. Mirrortac could see four thin long whiskers protruding out from its snout while upon its head it wore an aureum crown that swept back in a diamond of which the lower portion was longest. The being made no sound but seemed preoccupied in its thoughts. The vessel rolled abruptly to one side, catching the erfin off guard. He grabbed the timber decking and felt a rush of nausea and fear. He cried out in distress, afraid of the wallowing hidden depths of the waters all around him. The being broke its concentration and turned towards the erfin. Two others popped into view, their faces pressing down towards him. Mirrortac cringed into the deck, uncertain of the motives of these weird beings. They poked their heads towards him, peering at him with quick brown eyes and earflaps attuned to any sound he made. They scrutinised him like some object of curiosity and exchanged silent glances with each other. The vessel heaved upwards and Mirrortac let out another shriek. The beings jerked their heads around, watching and listening with intense and solemn faces.
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