Creative Story Of The Human

Point. A small, dark patch lost in the depths of the blue, shot from white peaks in the east interspersed with thin veins of granite rocks emanating from the bluish glow of snow, over the fragrant grass of the plateau where herds of red deer galloped.

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From above, between the clouds, it seemed the other way around. Herds of deer were reminiscent of spilled wine flowing wildly across the green tablecloth of the world. In some places, the shadow of a rare conifer would appear, elongated in the morning light like a hole burned by the carelessness of a sleeping drunkard, or a rare reflection of remaining snow in a strange shape that landed slowly at these heights, inspiring the mind to think about food.

The earth, with every ten days that the Sparrow spent floating above the ground and below the clouds, gradually descended to the south, and about the end of the fourth tithe *, the mountain peaks were removed from the horizon and the blue of the sky merged with the blue color of the vast open sea.

Gerad paved the line of the shore in the distance, and then calmly nodded to Radman, whose shift was at the helm, and he changed course for the whole elbow with measured movements.

Slowly, as if sleepy, the sparrow made a circle and turned to the west, gently steering a little even north, leaving the morning sun behind, saying goodbye to the open sea and the cobwebby mist that roamed the coast a few spears above the waves, like magic brought here for some unknown reason.

At first everything was as calm as before, but then, first quietly and then louder, the wood began to creak, the ropes tightened, and the Sparrow, caught in the winds blowing from the sea carrying rain, it played like a restless little bird that had just flown off a branch and flew to the end of the lake. Gerad opened the small door on the left side of the bow and stepped out of the cabin onto the deck.

He took a deep breath, so deep that the thin air filled every vein in his lungs, then shook his head disapprovingly. There was no moisture in the wind, and luckily there will be no rain. good weather must have meant border patrols in the air. You can't have it all, he thought, and looked at his brother at the helm.

Behind him, Kora calculated potential earnings and predicted the prices of goods traded in local markets. In the lower deck, Anton and Riordan slept, the first unconscious from the beginning of the journey and lying in a bag with a grain of mountain wheat, and the second hugging barrels of rum for urgent needs and dreaming who knows what.

He shook his head once more, then put his hands on the railing, he gripped her strong fists tightly, and watching the shadow of the sparrow glide silently through the ground beneath them. Heaven, he really belonged here. It is not normal for a dwarf to be grounded for a long time. For three whole days at home, in the mountains ...

it's not normal ... He patted the lacquered wooden fence, smiled, barely noticeable, and walked back into the cabin. "Kora, please wake Riordan and Anton, let's eat," he told her, then stood next to Radman and put his hand on his shoulder.

"You guards, then you will." The brother just nodded his head without a word, and tightened his grip on the rudder. Riordan appeared in the cabin, agitated, yawning, and muttering something to Cora giggling. Gerad himself removed the small copper cauldron from the iron furnace and set it down on the table, moving Korina's papers with his hand.

"Anton?" He asked, seeing that the two were sitting without a raven. Riordan shook his head. "He said not to wake him until we had company," Kora added, pouring rice and potato porridge with pieces of beef, topped with rum and a little thyme and basil. "In that case," it was heard from the bow, "you better wake him up now!"

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