w/ Noelani
There was wild scream as a young man went flying over the crest of a dune at unbelievable speed. The long polished wooden board Nahir had had made in Annuakat crashed back into the sand, sending a long white plume out behind him as he raced onward. He let out another wild whoop of joy, weaving between the troughs of the dune field. His speed tore his cream-colored cloak straight back from his shoulders, its flapping deafening in his ears.
Nahir had been shocked to discover that his people had largely abandoned the practice of sandboarding. For one, it was a great exercise for a soul sage, as the constant sand technique that propelled the board forward kept the Sahu engaged, which increased endurance for elemental techniques.
But a blast on all that training nonsense! There was no other way to travel the desert! The speed, the turns, the wind blasting through your hair and making your eyes water like crazy, the feeling when you launched yourself off a sand dune and stuck the landing.... like this!
Nahir jumped his board again for the sheer pleasure of it, twisting his body to turn in midair, coming back around just in time to see....
the enormous drop straight down the cliffside into the ocean rocks below.
The young sand elf had completely forgotten how the sand fields just North of the Trident ran right up against the sheer ocean cliffs of the Western coastline. His cry of defiance turning to a yell of genuine surprise, Nahir's momentum died and the jump became a plummeting fall.
Collecting his thoughts, Nahir closed his eyes and focused his essence through his Ko, his Khaibit, and then his Sahu again. Calm Mind, Enhance Focus, Call Wind.
His soul brought into harmony, his eyes flashed open as a fierce gale ripped his body further out to sea in a harshly diagonal fall. Just before hitting deeper water, he saw his precious sandboard freefall to strike a jagged shoal, splintering into pieces.
Then everything was green and salt and headache.
Sputtering, Nahir dragged himself onto a soft white sandbar. His clothes felt heavy and awkward, and his eyes stung from the brine. Head ringing and body aching from the long fall, it was hard to keep from talking to himself. "Stupid cliff. My poor board. Stupid ocean, stupid water, stu-"
Ah. He wasn't alone. Looking up revealed a handful of friendly looking Mchawi standing in the shallows, baskets full of seaweed in hand, looking at him with barely contained mirth. Stupid ocean had probably been a poor choice of word. Fighting his way onto his feet, he tried for a smile, speaking Trade with as little accent as possible. "Hi there. Uh, which way to the village?"
There was wild scream as a young man went flying over the crest of a dune at unbelievable speed. The long polished wooden board Nahir had had made in Annuakat crashed back into the sand, sending a long white plume out behind him as he raced onward. He let out another wild whoop of joy, weaving between the troughs of the dune field. His speed tore his cream-colored cloak straight back from his shoulders, its flapping deafening in his ears.
Nahir had been shocked to discover that his people had largely abandoned the practice of sandboarding. For one, it was a great exercise for a soul sage, as the constant sand technique that propelled the board forward kept the Sahu engaged, which increased endurance for elemental techniques.
But a blast on all that training nonsense! There was no other way to travel the desert! The speed, the turns, the wind blasting through your hair and making your eyes water like crazy, the feeling when you launched yourself off a sand dune and stuck the landing.... like this!
Nahir jumped his board again for the sheer pleasure of it, twisting his body to turn in midair, coming back around just in time to see....
the enormous drop straight down the cliffside into the ocean rocks below.
The young sand elf had completely forgotten how the sand fields just North of the Trident ran right up against the sheer ocean cliffs of the Western coastline. His cry of defiance turning to a yell of genuine surprise, Nahir's momentum died and the jump became a plummeting fall.
Collecting his thoughts, Nahir closed his eyes and focused his essence through his Ko, his Khaibit, and then his Sahu again. Calm Mind, Enhance Focus, Call Wind.
His soul brought into harmony, his eyes flashed open as a fierce gale ripped his body further out to sea in a harshly diagonal fall. Just before hitting deeper water, he saw his precious sandboard freefall to strike a jagged shoal, splintering into pieces.
Then everything was green and salt and headache.
Sputtering, Nahir dragged himself onto a soft white sandbar. His clothes felt heavy and awkward, and his eyes stung from the brine. Head ringing and body aching from the long fall, it was hard to keep from talking to himself. "Stupid cliff. My poor board. Stupid ocean, stupid water, stu-"
Ah. He wasn't alone. Looking up revealed a handful of friendly looking Mchawi standing in the shallows, baskets full of seaweed in hand, looking at him with barely contained mirth. Stupid ocean had probably been a poor choice of word. Fighting his way onto his feet, he tried for a smile, speaking Trade with as little accent as possible. "Hi there. Uh, which way to the village?"
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