A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood
The thirteenth of Sollus. It's a pleasant day in Karrick's Bend - as, quite honestly, most days are. The month of Sollus lies in the first half of the rainy season, which is itself not unpleasantly rainy nor very much colder than the sunny season, and is nevertheless what passes for `winter'.
It's mid-afternoon, and people are out and about, doing the things people do. The market bustles pleasantly, and Ambin the Cobbler passes a bit of time with a customer complaining that his spot is too near the Forge; apparently, when the day is done and he lays in bed, he still hears the ringing clang of metal on metal. It's a common, but good-natured grumble. Laethianna rolls up the parchments that Tillar just bought, tying them off with a small bit of ribbon as is her custom. A nice touch, especially for a town with only one devoted stationer, and to Tillar's mind, unnecessary, though he supposes it does make it a bit easier to carry home.
The farmers and their helpers are out turning soil, as it's a good day for it - warm now, but the ground still damp under the topsoil from yesterday's rain. At the Ranch, the animals in the corral seem to be enjoying the sun, and Jhevarra walks a pair of horses through their paces.
...And then an unaccustomed sound cuts across the soft susurrations of a town enjoying its day. A blaring sound. Like a horn. Like the one that hangs atop the Watchtower, presumably to be blown if something were seen.
It's possible that someone's even worked out some kind of meaning, like, "Blow once if you see fire, twice if you see stormclouds, and if you see a dragon, just blow as hard as you can while you jump down off the 'Tower." But if there is such a code, not many people know it, so really, it's just a suddenly disruptive blaring sound.
By the time it reaches the outskirts, it's softened, noticeable more as unusual than as loud - but reach them it does, and it is noticeable.
And whatever it might mean - however probably it doesn't mean anything at all - it's undeniably curious.
The town quiets for a moment, and then the gentle ripple of voices begins to pick up again. Perhaps marginally louder than it had been, as people wonder aloud what that was all about.
And then the horn blares again.
And at least one thing can be agreed: If there is some kind of code, apparently `Two' isn't stormclouds, because there aren't any. Just some nice fluffy ones.
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