Up before dawn and before waffles. She had been late to get back to Ali and Fio's home and early to leave. The promise of helping Lucky with his work had her filled with so much excitement that she almost left the house without her messenger bag..Almost.
She kept a tight grip on the canvas as she ran through the street. Slipping past, dodging around the early morning risers, and the vendors who were starting set up shop. Rekah even managed to snag a couple loaves of bread before hitting the docks.
The docks and shipyards were always alive early in the morning. Fishermen fixing their nets, prepping their boats, and those businessmen who refused to let a deal pass them by. A sweet smell of salt permeated the air, and as with any location by the water there was that perpetual dampness. This did not help Rekah's wild child look as her hair rioted in every different direction. Of course, a brush would also help with this.
Normally, she would go sit by the old fishermen and listen to their tales of the sea. That was her favorite part of the docks, outside of the ships. The stories. The ocean lent itself to a certain mystery and from that came the tales of the deep. No time for that today! She had work to do.
She took a deep breath and went to sit on the stoop of the office. The smell of tar and pine wafted through the air. But, those were smells she could stomach.
While she waited, she flipped open a book and began to read.
She kept a tight grip on the canvas as she ran through the street. Slipping past, dodging around the early morning risers, and the vendors who were starting set up shop. Rekah even managed to snag a couple loaves of bread before hitting the docks.
The docks and shipyards were always alive early in the morning. Fishermen fixing their nets, prepping their boats, and those businessmen who refused to let a deal pass them by. A sweet smell of salt permeated the air, and as with any location by the water there was that perpetual dampness. This did not help Rekah's wild child look as her hair rioted in every different direction. Of course, a brush would also help with this.
Normally, she would go sit by the old fishermen and listen to their tales of the sea. That was her favorite part of the docks, outside of the ships. The stories. The ocean lent itself to a certain mystery and from that came the tales of the deep. No time for that today! She had work to do.
She took a deep breath and went to sit on the stoop of the office. The smell of tar and pine wafted through the air. But, those were smells she could stomach.
While she waited, she flipped open a book and began to read.