Dark Blaze

Chapter 9

As Kristinov along Aerline row the barque through the brume above their hips. The sky prevails murky as is like about to rain. The water at the nigh shore was like opaque but as they get close to the island the water is getting bright. The wave pushed them and the breeze was yet pushing their hair and torso. Kristinov was rowing the boat while Aerline was sitting at the front, making her like a boat watcher. Aerline sat and gazed at Kristinov with a blithe or excitement on her slight smile. Effervescence bubbles on the sea making look like a little circles are about to pop as the boat run over them. Aerline touched the above water, moving her fingers back and onward and glimpsing down to see the water she brushed. Kristinov always glared at Aerline while he row the boat, emotionless despite that.

The barque where they breathe at last arrived at their destination and nearly nigh to the island of the City. The brume above their hips and head at long last fade away and the shady sky bestrew above as they reach the shore. Aerline turned after she was doing her twinkling thing on the sea.
"Here we are" Kristinov said. Aerline immediately rushed to discern the city for the first time her smile wide open with astonishment. Her feet above the shallow and amber sand - her clothing above her calf lay low on the shallow. They both behold the City's tower and houses. The front was the poor section and the highest was classical upper ranks and the median was the normal life or more like peaceful than the poor and richest section. The tress on the sides was big and lea above the isle. Medielia City was above the enormous isle, all the sides of the isle had many like bridges and many argosies surrounding the front village of the poor section. The roof is red and sylvan houses on the median section. The bottom section was brown and temerarious, while the upper was a castle, towers, and big houses the same color as the median but the bricks were not wooded. Brumes above the castle's tower as well the big house's roof. The tides reached the temerarious village which is the poor section because they are nigh to the shore where all fishermen, traders, and entrepreneurs dwell upon this section.

Markets are exposed to the bottom section. There is a big cobblestone and metallic gate when going into the Median village. Little sprout of floriferous flowers at the side and pebbles as its entrances. Aerline and Kristinov were at the bottom section going up to the Median to find this Blacksmith guy, Kristinov was talking about to Aerline. Aerline was amazed by it is beautiful even the poor section it's still wonderful. Virescent moss on the ground, the pantry at the sides, and toilsome fishermens. Kristinov seems to be familiar with this place as Aerline glimpses him that she knows that he have been here before. Going to the Median is like heading to the hills but rocky. Kristinov left his armor to barque but the glaive is with him as well the gauntlets.

Aerline was worried while walking to the Median, that someone will might seen his valuable armor. Their baroque was at the side of the aisle, covered with a big black cloth that can cover the whole barque and yes, his armor was below the covers. Now they are finally here at the Median. Aerline wowed even more, the place was even more beautiful. Colorful paper hung above the side of Sylvan house like wires attached to one another. The tree's leaves was color yellow and the same mossy virescent ground in the middle. Pond nigh at the first block. Pantry as well but less, they are many flowers prevailed at their front window. Few Villagers knows Kristinov face while the others were not, all of them will be scared when he wore his armor. Both of them head to the block where the Blacksmith lives. In the middle of the Median there is a fountain, quartzite, and marble structure. The surrounding was many bushed but well designed and more ethereal than in the first section. "Almost there" Kristinov gazed at Aerline. While Aerline was wondered around with her eyes and feet. The trees and flowers nigh the houses really amazed her - she have the feeling of similarities to this section to her home, Novallian.

The house of the Blacksmith in front was a forge nigh to the gates of upper ranks. The smell of blades and fire surrounded his place. Kristinov knocked twice at the dark age stylish sylvan sculptured door. The front window had withered roses and dead bushes. Creaky porch and a broken lantern above the door. "Ye?" The Blacksmith answered behind the door and then opened it with just a peek. Long dark brume hair and tanned skin. His vesture was ripped apart nigh chest and wearing leather as his jacket. Chains and swords are pinned to the walls and a blacksmith table in the middle.