The sun, salty mist, and wind beat down on the silver Aerial as she gazed into the distance. She smiled at the distant shore as she perched on the mast of her tiny ship; and she was approximately four feet away for one of the docks. She hopped off the ship, and onto the shore, letting it submerge into the murky waters of the Wetland Harbor.
The Pheladorian Wetlands weren’t all that great, at least to her. Nevertheless, it was nothing more that a trade market. The docks reeked of the sea and half-dead fish, traders argued with their customers on the right price for their goods, entire animals were tossed around like ragdolls as the were auctioned off, and Tidals leapt from the waves and onto the docks, shook off their coats, and strolled towards shore.
The voice of a stranger rang out behind her, a heavy Australian Accent. She turned, and grinned.
“What ever is the matter, my good friend?” He ears perked forwards at the dark Tidal innocently.
“You have to pay two silver pieces to dock here. And sign your name.” he added, pointing to his clipboard.
He was obviously gesturing to half-sunken ship at the end of the dock. She lifted a sarcastic brow as she turned back to him.
“How about a gold piece, and we forget the name?” she cheerfully supplied, setting a single, glistening coin on the palm of her hand.
The dockmaster exchanged looks with the human boy standing next to him. He lifted his brows to him, tilting his head towards the Aerial before them.
“Alright then.” he hesitated, taking the coin. “Be sure to do somethin’ ‘bout that leak.”
“I sure will.” she replied sarcastically.
The dockmaster turned away from her, continuing down the wooden platform. The female eyed him as he boarded another ship in inspect, and she picked up a small, cloth sack. She held it next her ear, and shook it to receive the faint jingle of coins. She smiled, and gently tucked it underneath her wing.