05-26-2020, 04:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-28-2020, 01:15 PM by Persephone Blythe.)
Persephone was in a tight spot. There were a lot of things happening in her personal life that were weighing on her heart and causing her much stress- so today, to clear her mind, she left her new seaside home, refusing any servants' accompaniment, and walked all the way down to the eastern pier. It wasn't very busy today, as the ice on the bay made it difficult for larger ships to dock in Whitby this time of year, and most dockhands just mulled about by makeshift trash-barrel fires and passed around mugs of some dark liquid that could have been anything from coffee to liquor to tar, Persephone couldn't really tell. Either way, her goal today was to examine the houses and other structures built right on the beach to see how the architects designed them to withstand flooding, abnormally high tides, or storm-driven 10-foot-plus waves.
To get a better view of one of the buildings, a slightly-lopsided tavern half-built into a sand-covered hill, Persephone (glad she'd worn boots today) climbed up the site of one of the tall lampposts, then leaped on top of a rickety wagon about six feet above the ground. As she waved her arms to keep her balance, the tottering planks of wood on top started to slide about, and a few of the dockhands whistled and cheered. Apparently, this was their greatest amusement today. Persephone ignored them and focused on peering at the angle at which the tavern was built, but when she took a step forward, forgetting where she was she was so focused on judging the measurements, she stepped right off the wagon and started to fall toward the ground.
To get a better view of one of the buildings, a slightly-lopsided tavern half-built into a sand-covered hill, Persephone (glad she'd worn boots today) climbed up the site of one of the tall lampposts, then leaped on top of a rickety wagon about six feet above the ground. As she waved her arms to keep her balance, the tottering planks of wood on top started to slide about, and a few of the dockhands whistled and cheered. Apparently, this was their greatest amusement today. Persephone ignored them and focused on peering at the angle at which the tavern was built, but when she took a step forward, forgetting where she was she was so focused on judging the measurements, she stepped right off the wagon and started to fall toward the ground.
