#water boatsman

[ltwilliammowett]

Tombstone of the boatsman Blussus, reverse, 1st half of the 1st century AD, from Mainz-Weisenau, Museum of Ancient Seafaring Mainz von HEN-Magonza

On the front of the tombstone the persons mentioned in the inscription are depicted. In front sit Blussus and Menimane, in the background stands the slave Satto or the son Primus. The couple is wearing a Celtic costume, also the names are not Roman. Blussus is described here as a skipper who transported goods by ship on inland waters to supply towns and fortresses. The elaborate gravestone speaks for the economic success of the transport entrepreneur, the basis of which he had depicted on the reverse. The ship with the relatively low mast could indicate that the ship was pulled across the river from the land.

#naval artifacts #tombstone #celtic #skipper #1st half of the 1st century ad #roman empire #museum of ancient seafaring #mainz #germany #ancient seafaring

[picturesofashe]

Uber review: Boat was small, but was quick to get to destination, almost like teleporting. Turtle smell a little too strong. Other passenger forced me to swim at one point, wet robes are heavy and make the journey much more difficult. She did not provide me water wings or flippers to help.

Kojin boatsman: 8/10 Other passenger: Drowning/10

#ffxiv #vina veena #tonberry alt #stabbity stab #ffxiv screenshot #ffxiv gpose

[zevranunderstander]

im only halfway done with archive 81 and haven't even started the sbow but im already SO baffled that they decided to adapt this? like the show is fundamentally created to be consumed as an audio medium. they *intentionally* almost never describe any visuals in detail. when listening to the podcast, you don't know how anyone looks like, regions and entites are kept really vague so you can use your own imagination and that seems like SUCH a big part of the show? like no onscreen visualization you could do would make me feel half as interested in the world of a81 as the vague ass descriptions in the podcast do? this story thrives off being weird and exaggerated and vague and has so much style and character to it that im so offended that someone saw this show and decided to strip it for profitable parts, creating a really sanitized normal story that didn't dare to add all parts that actually make the show so unique

like also from the way it is told, a81 is to me like going through a basement of old junk and accidentally discovering a story in it? all the parts come together JUST enough to create a story and an overarching narrative but at times you are just listening to a weird interpretative poem about water or a random song about a boatsman or some guide on how to tend to eldritch monstrous plants or a museum guide and all of this is stitched so elegantly together that the only way they could adapt this for me in a way i would think it even could compare to the original would be to just have you watch weird ass footage all the time that makes no fucking sense at all and then shortly get back to the main plot. like i said i haven't watched the tv show yet but if they didn't even have the balls to make dan into a fucked up little boombox then why adapt the story at all? like when you are not ready to commit to a lesbian main character why adapt a story that has one? if you do not want to tell a story about corporations doing colonialism on a new eldritch continent then WHY adapt a story about it?

its like if someone did an adaptation of narnia but thought that a magic world with talking animals was kinda silly and just didn't want to have that? and then made it like game of thrones because audiences liked that, right?

#a81 #archive 81 #archive81 #myposts #also the episodes are told in a way where it just doesnt make sense to adapt this to tv #like idk u could somehow pull it off but you would actually have to add a LOT and i think if u do that a81 looses what makes it so charming #to me at least

[writingbiologi]

It looks so happy

#entomology #water boatsman #limnology #sciblr #wribio

[eskcreative]

I started a new fanfic 😊

Here is an excerpt from chapter one. Follow the link at the bottom to read on:

Spared - A Philip Lombard Fanfic

The strong current lapped at the sides of the tiny motorboat, carrying five silent passengers to Soldier Island. The dark clouds hung low in the sky like an ominous warning against the voyage. But the reason for indulging the escapade in the first place held enough threat on its own.

A tip from a local boatsman had Plymouth Law Enforcement scrambling to make their way to the tiny island off the Devon coast. His words had suggested an array of terrors. Odd behavior, unrest, halted communication, injury, death.

No one in the boat knew what had happened on the island that had spurred boatsman Fred Narracot to call in officials on his hunch. None of them really wanted to find out.

Yet, they rode forth, with Mr. Narracot at the motor. On the left sat two constables, Bernard Wallace and Arthur Farlow, squinting into the breeze toward the sharp cliffs that lined the foreboding island. And on the right, Doctor Clyde Banks of the Plymouth City Hospital with his nurse, Evelyn Spare.

The young woman, barely twenty-five, grasped the edge of the wooden boat, knuckles white in nervous anticipation. She’d been brought onto the hospital job by Dr. Banks less than a year prior, as the need for more nurses spiked amidst murmurings of impending war. Despite her inexperience, Evelyn caught on easily and quickly became Dr. Banks’ choice assistant. He’d instructed she accompany him on this emergency excursion, giving her no chance to contemplate the dangers it might pose. With barely a hesitation, she responded with an earnest ‘yes.’

In the distance, the island rose tall above the sea, an expanse of sharp cliffs on all sides. One lone, large house sat at the center of the land. Evelyn could see the waves crashing onto a tiny beach, too far to recognize many details, but it was the only bit of shore available to dock on.

Each passenger was silent as the boat rocked against the waves. The silence was deafening.

But that quickly changed.

BANG.

A shot rang out; the sharp ripples of the sound radiating all the way to their small vessel. The constables sat up straighter, studying the island with a frenzied intensity.

“Was that a…?” Evelyn shifted her nervous gaze to Dr. Banks.

“A gunshot, yes.” He finished her sentence, not tearing his eyes from the cliffs either.

BANG. Another shot.

Bernard and Arthur drew their own guns, holding them close to their sides. Evelyn grasped her bag full of medical supplies as if it could provide her some protection.

Barely a few seconds later; BANG. BANG. BANG. Three more shots, and then the silence returned.

Evelyn squinted across the sea, trying but failing to keep her heart rate even. She knew how to handle sickness and blood, death and dying, but she’d never witnessed the crimes herself. She wasn’t used to being thrown headfirst into the danger. When she was younger, she’d seen the sharp slap her father had placed across her mother’s cheek. It had been one of many, becoming commonplace in the Spare household. But this—the gunshots—they threatened so much more.

She mentally ran through the items in the bags that the doctor had brought. Bandages, scalpels, sutures, morphine…all temporary fixes for moderate injuries. But she had a feeling that moderate was not the kind of situation that awaited them on the island.

The motor purred loudly at the rear of the boat as it cut through the water in the direction of the beach. Evelyn squinted again toward the waves that lapped at the shore. Something lay across the wet sand, just barely touching the angry current.

No, it wasn’t something. It was someone.

The blood rushed to her ears, pumping loudly as she made out the form of a man on his back, arms splayed out as if he were hung on a cross. The front of his shirt was completely saturated in deep, red blood.

“He’s been shot…” She breathed, feeling her own blood leave her head.

The constables peered up at the cliffs, guns still drawn in search of an assailant.

“How many are on the island?” Dr. Banks’s voice was even as he addressed the boatsman.

“Ten souls, sir.”

Bernard spoke up as they reached shore. “From the looks of it, no more than nine now.”

When she felt the bottom of the boat sweep across the sand, Evelyn jumped into the shallow waters without a second thought, drenching her shoes and the bottom of her dress as she scrambled up to the beach.

“Evelyn!” Dr. Banks called from behind her. “Be careful there, darling.”

She was next to the man in a few short strides, kneeling down into the blood-soaked sand around him. His face was slack and pale, contrasting his dark brows and the damp hair on his head. She placed two fingers against his neck as the Doctor joined her.

A heartbeat. So faint. But it was there.

“He’s alive.” She touched his shoulders, his chest, trying to figure out how many bullets he’d taken. Based on the amount of blood, clearly more than one had hit.

Bernard had walked by without much of a glance, already focused on the steep cliffs surrounding them. But Arthur stopped at her side.

“He won’t survive, Miss.”

Evelyn looked to Dr Banks, who’s expression was grim. But again, she lowered her gaze to the wounded man. He was alive. To her, that meant he could survive...

Read the full chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35308732/chapters/87998242

#aidan turner #philip lombard #and then there were none

[rest-in-being]

An impoverished boatsman was chartered by an accomplished scholar to ferry him across a river. The two exchanged pleasantries and engaged in small talk for a while, until the scholar began to become quite frustrated by the poor quality of the boatsman's language. "Did you even finish school?" the scholar impudently asked. "No. I did some classes, but I had to work" the boatsman replied. "Then you have wasted half of your life." the scholar retorted arrogantly. Some time passed, and it became clear that the boat had a small hole in its hull. The scholar noticed the water entering through the hole, and, seeing that the the boat was slowly filling up, frantically exclaimed to the boatsman: "The boat will sink!!!!! Help me! Help me!" The boatsman looked at the scholar calmly, and asked: "Didn't you ever learn to swim?" The agitated scholar uttered: "No! I didn't have time to swim. I was too busy with my books!" The boatsman smiled. "Then it seems that you have wasted your whole life" he said.

#sufi stroy #full of lessons

[notshonagon]

Twenty Five Poems from Ogura Hyakunin Isshu

Every once in a while, I look back at the poems I have written about and today I realise that we're a quarter of the way through the Hyakunin Isshu. Thanks for those who have already read and welcome to those who will be reading for the first time. 

Find links to analysis of the listed poems by clicking on Ogura Hyakunin Isshu in my Tumblr or visit onethousandsummers.blogspot.com. Thank you. 🙂

Poem 01. Aki no ta no (The autumn paddy…)

Poem 02. Haru sugite (So spring ends…)

Poem 04. Tago no ura ni (No matter where I stand…)

Poem 06. Kasasagi no (When the frosty bridge…)

Poem 08. Wa ga io wa (My own home…)

Poem 13. Tsukuba-ne no (Feel the love…)

Poem 15. Kimi ga tame haru… (For you, I head out…)

Poem 16. Tachi-wakare (Note that though we may be apart…)

Poem 17. Chihayaburu (Impassionate gods…)

Poem 22. Fuku kara ni (Gust of wind…)

Poem 28. Yamazato wa (A mountain village…)

Poem 30. Ariake no (The sight of the lonely moon…)

Poem 40. Shinoburedo (Since I could not hide…)

Poem 42. Chigiriki na (Impassioned vows…)

Poem 41. Koi su chō (As my love first came…)

Poem 46. Yura no to wo (Like a boatsman adrift…)

Poem 48. Kaze wo itami (When winds send waves…)

Poem 50. Kimi ga tame oshikarazarishi… (For you I would have…)

Poem 51. Kaku to dani (When I must hide…)

Poem 57. Meguriaite (Long last we meet…)

Poem 62. Yo wo komete (Said night was young…)

Poem 63. Ima wa tada (After I determined…)

Poem 77. Se wo hayami (Swift waters…)

Poem 89. Tama no wo yo (Nothing can be worse…)

Poem 97. Konu hito wo (As I wait for someone…)

The photograph is mine, from February 2019. Taken at Yushima Tenmangū in Tokyo.

#Chihayafuru poems #Hyakunin Isshu #Ogura Hyakunin Isshu #百人一首 #小倉百人一首 #Chihayafuru #I feel guilty tagging Chihayafuru every time but those poems are in Chihayafuru and many seem to enjoy having some analysis to read x)

[365days365movies]

March 13, 2021: Kwaidan: The Woman of the Snow (1963)

Y’ever see Interviews with Monster Girls?

Absolutely one of my favorite slice-of-life anime from the past few years, and I genuinely want to rewatch it! Might do so after this, honestly. The conceit of the series is that the main character, a biology teacher named Takahashi, is trying to better understand and help with the issues of the “demi-humans” that attend the school.  There’s the vampire girl, Hikari; the dullahan (best character), Kyoko; the math teacher succubus Sakie; and Yuki Kusakabe.

Yuki, as implied by her name is a yuki-onna, also known as a snow-woman. Now in the show, she’s a shy girl who’s always cold, and she’s great. But in mythology, the yuki-onna is...different. A tall woman with long black hair and blue lips, the serene snow woman appears to travelers in blizzards, and freezes them with her icy breath.

While the yuki-onna does have a soft side, she’s best known for her vengeful nature. The only stories that I’ve heard of come from the anime, honestly. There’s one with two woodcutters, an old one and a young one. Old guy gets frozen, young guy doesn’t. Don’t quite remember the reason for that. In another story, the yuki-onna is brought in by a kind young man, and she melts in the warmth. I know there are others, but those are the ones I remember.

Oh, and there’s a Pokémon based on this one, too. Pokédex entry says this about it:

Froslass, the Snow Land Pokémon. An Ice/Ghost type. Legends in snowy regions say that a woman who was lost on an icy mountain was reborn as Froslass.

Seeeee? OK, enough background, let’s get to the movie! Film ain’t gonna watch itself, y’know. The second of four tales presented in the film Kwaidan, listed here:

The Black Hair (黒髪, Kurokami)

The Woman of the Snow (雪女, Yukionna)

Hoichi the Earless (耳無し芳一の話, Miminashi Hōichi no Hanashi)

In A Cup of Tea (茶碗の中, Chawan no Naka)

Here we go again! SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (2/4): The Woman of the Snow

We start, well...in the snow.

An eye glares at us through it, eerily, and we’re told of two woodcutters, Mosaku and Minokichi (Tatsuya Nakadai), an old and young man respectively. They travel from their village to the cold mountainside, and are one day beset upon by a fierce blizzard. As they trudge through it, eyes are watching them in the background. It’s extremely eerie, to be honest.

The old man is lost in the blizzard, but the young an struggles through it. As he does, he looks up and sees eyes in the sky, as if made of the moon itself. He finds himself trapped on one side of the river, and also managed to find the older man once again through it all. They make it to the hut of a boatsman, who’s already left down the river before the blizzard. But the wind is strong, and the door swings open as the wind wails, as if a voice were crying on it.

The younger woodcutter settles in for the night, and then OH NO

FUCK ME DUDE THAT’S GODDAMN TERRIFYING

The older woodcutter’s dead as SHIT, frozen by the breath of the Yuki-onna (Keiko Kishi). But she seems to like the younger man, smiling in a way that has scared him and me off of water for life. Like, it’s intense enough that even liquid water would remind me of this terrifying spirit. Same with the dude. But here’s the thing: I can tell you guys about this. He can’t.

See, she spares the younger woodcutter’s life on one condition: he can NEVER tell ANYONE about it. If he tells anyone, INCLUDING his mother (she specifies that), she WILL come and kill him. And odds are gonna be that that’s exactly what he’s gonna do, the great numpty.

She leaves, and the blizzard eventually subsides. The man is found and nursed back to health by his mother. A year passes, and Minokichi doesn’t say SHIT about what happened. One day, he’s cutting wood in the forest, against a sunset that is definitely a set-backdrop, but still looks gorgeous. He walks past a beautiful woman, and asks what she’s doing out there. The woman is on her way to the city of Edo, and is hoping to secure a job there.

However, the two get to know each other on the walk, and start to talk. He introduces her to his mother, and we learn that her name is Yuki, and I REMEMBER THE REST OF THIS STORY NOW. It’s from Tales from the Darkside: The Movie!

YEAH. I’ve seen Tales from the Darkside: The Movie, and I haven’t seen The Godfather, I KNOW. Anyway, the film adapted this story into a short called Lover’s Vow, and replaced the yuki-onna with a...gargoyle monster, I think? Its never made completely clear. Anyway, the same thing happens, where he witnesses the creature kill somebody, and it spares his life if he doesn’t tell anyone of the encounter. He agrees, then later on meets a woman with whom he falls madly in love, and THEN...well, hold on a hot sec, here. That’ll spoil the movie.

Anyway, just like the story, this woman is the yuki-onna. I mean, c’mon, her name is Yuki, for Chrissakes. The two fall in love, and eventually have sex in a field. We had friends over, and I was gonna watch this movie at the time, and it’s a good thing I didn’t because that’d be awkward!

They marry, have three kids, and spend about ten years together. However, soon after this, Minokichi begins to realize who exactly Yuki is. The light on Yuki’s face reminds him of the night that the yuki-onna came. Without thinking about it, he tells her about that night, which he’s never told anybody about.

Here’s the thing, even during the day, we’ve seen eyes in the sky. Because she’s always watching him. and watching his actions. And as he tells the story of the yuki-onna’s visit...well...

Yeah, it’s her. After that dumbass is done with his story, she revealed herself, and spurns him for breaking his promise not to tell anyone, in exchange for his life. And he just broke that goddamn promise. And how she’s gotta kill him, and take the kids away from him as they transform into snow children, but like in Tales from the Darkside: The Movie, right?

Well...no, actually. Because, to my surprise, their kids together is what stops her. Because he broke his promise, she can no longer be a part of their lives. But she loves the children, and also loves him. She tells him that he better raise them right, and with care. If he ever mistreats then, she’ll kill him. And then...

She’s gone. Minokichi leaves the sandals that he was going to give Yuki outside, heartbroken at the loss of his wife, and at his own idiocy. She accepts his gift.

And that’s The Woman of the Snow! VERY cool. Pun...lightly intended. See you for Number 3: Hoichi the Earless! That title worries me! See you there!

#kwaidan #怪談 #masaki kobayashi #the woman of the snow #yukionna #yuki-onna #Tatsuya Nakadai #Keiko Kishi #Yūko Mochizuki #usermichi #fantasy march #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year

[onenicebugperday]

I found this water boatsman in my pool! I put it in my unstocked aquarium today hang out until I’m able to get some shrimp. I’m located in Arizona, do you have any idea what species this is? If I can ID it correctly and learn about what they eat I may try to keep it in there along with the shrimp! It’s been a neat little experiment and I enjoy watching the little dude!

This looks like a backswimmer to me rather than a water boatman. Does it swim upside down? If yes then definitely a backswimmer. And they’re commonly found in pools, so makes sense you found it there. I can’t tell which exact species it is from your photos but they’re all predators. They like open water they can hunt in for other aquatic insects/larvae, and even sometimes small fish or tadpoles. I have read pet backswimmers can be kept well fed either on bloodworms or dead or live insects if you can provide that. Depending on the size of your shrimp, though, I might be worried about them making a snack of those!

#animals #insects #bugs #submission #backswimmer #true bugs

[sulfurousdreamscapes]

My neighbour was called the Boatsman because, I discovered one day, he could actually transform into a boat.

The space in his apartment between the kitchen and the living area was just wide enough for his transformation. His wood was unpainted, darkened by water. Despite not being afloat, he stood perfectly balanced.

Of course, I didn't know it was the Boatsman at first. All I could wonder was how he could get a boat this big into his apartment without me noticing. Even if he had built it here, I would have seen the material carried in.

"Boatsman, man, you here?" I called to him in his apartment. We'd become familiar enough that I could stroll into his place any time I wanted to, although I'd never seen his door open before.

"Oh," I heard him say, but the words seemed to sound directly in my mind, as if he were whispering from inside me. "Didn't see you there. Can't see anyone, actually." He laughed.

"Where are you, man? What's with this boat?"

"Ah," he said with an exhale. "How do I explain this? Well, you know, I am the Boatsman. I turn into a boat sometimes."

I placed a hand on the bow and pressed on it. The boat seemed to be floating on invisible liquid, bobbing with my hand's pressure. I ran a hand along the hull and noticed a pair of oars lying inside.

"Why don't you hop on, and I'll see if I can't explain this to you?" His voice sounded breathy, like a real throat was producing the sounds.

I put one leg into the boat and then climbed in with the other. The boat tilted to the side, but it didn't tip over despite my weight and my terrible climbing form. It seemed to quench the Boatsman's thirst.

"Ahh, that's better," he said and sighed in relaxation.

Picking up the two oars, I tested their weight and I put one in its grip along the side of the boat.

"Now, I want you to indulge me for a moment," he said, his voice a lot more moist now. "What is it that a boat does?"

I set the other oar in place as I answered the question. "It treads water, yeah?"

"Exactly. It treads something that cannot be trod without a boat. It enables, you know?"

The lights in the apartment went out, plunging the place into the dark. Power outages always startle me, and I gasped loudly.

"Hey, easy now, it's just a power outage," the Boatsman said.

Blinking several times, I tried to get my eyes to adjust to the dark. I thought I could make out the silhouettes of the sofa, and the TV, and the kitchen counters... but I couldn't be sure if I was actually seeing them or just imagining them.

"So as I was saying," the Boatsman cleared his non-existent throat and went on. "A boat enables you by treading water. I do the same thing, do you understand? I tread water, and I enable."

"I don't see any water," I said.

"Put your hand out."

I reached below the side of the boat, and sure enough, cool, clean, soft water filtered through my fingers, like the softest muslin brushing past my skin. I could hear the water too, lapping gently against the sides of the boat, and I could feel its volume below me, prepared to crush me should I fall overboard.

"But what do you enable?" I asked.

The Boatsman laughed. "Well, maybe you'll find out when you reach the other shore."

#writing #writeblr #words #spilled ink #spilled words #daily writing #literature #creative writing #spilled prose #writers #writers on tumblr #original fiction #original prose #short story #short stories #short prose #fic #fiction #flash fiction #flash fic

[kumar-ankits-blog]

HEY All, last week I visited Varanasi the holiest place on earth, city of culture, tradition, peace,food,fun and moreover GANGA. People there were busy in their own fun and serving the friendship, I never felt that I am not belong to them.The vibe of the place was so enthusiastic that someone got easily dissolved with the locals and the place.The peace and harmony amongst the people is so transparent that no religious conflict happened ever there,Hindu-Muslim both the religious beliefs are so sacred and celebrated at it's full pace.There is a kind of separation in the place of living but it's not a rule or mandatory that they have to live in the specified area, moreover it's their own choice.All of them are just busy in living the moment to the fullest extent.

However the most famous part of BANARAS is BANARAS KI GALLIAN (alley) those are so narrow that barely two person can walk together,you have two be in a single line one after another to travel the real BANARAS.In between those alleys there are numerous shops of different categories and their history lies back around more than fifty years and they are so happy to take forward their family business.The place is so chaotic that you can easily lost your way.There are millions of temples there, at every ten steps your eyes will caught a temple.The language their is typical bhojpuri so one can easily understand but they have some of their folks to get the fun of the moment,but with no intentions of hurting anyone moreover they'll like to be a part of the funny moment and love to mixing with others.

The GHATS are the main highlights of the BANARAS.Each ghat has it's name connected with some historical or mythological stories, some names are Dasaswmedh ghat,Assi ghat,Harishchandra ghat and many others related to some folk tale,they all are lined up in a row along the river side so you can trace all of it just by walking straight away from one to another. They're too famous for film shooting of many Bollywood movies,so I too visited their to feel the essence of GANGA.

So when I reached to the GHATS the scenery was just marvellous.From there you can easily get a clear view of the sparkling flowing water of GANGA.Also to there is the other side which can be covered by boat and there were numerous boats busy in the water making the trip of every tourist memorable. Then at there i went for the boating to the other side. We hired a boat, there are a lot of boatsman Available for you at a very low price, here are some pictures of that...

We headed our way in the boat towards the other side and continued with full of enthusiasm. Each member on the boat were strangers to each other but the essence of GANGA unites us in a unique way. So the view from the Middle of the river of the GHATS were kind of magical, there was a huge crowd in motion on the GHATS, ringing of bells from the temples,street vendors and the tourist.The feeling was so auspicious and pure that the body itself experience the immense pleasure.As we heading forward in the sparkling water reflection the tindy sunshine thoroughly the cascade of the whole city,we experienced a spiritual charm ravishing through each one's of our face there.We smiled,giggled, laughed but all of just loving and living in the moment.

Therefore it took around 10 minutes for the boat to hit the deserty sand of the other side.It was just like a small happening place having bunch of camels and horses for sale as a SAWARI so that you can have a ride on them of the barren land and experience some kind of childish emotions emerging out,but nevertheless the air there again filled with just life and fun.Most fraction of people there were tourist as it's clear to relate or identify because of their enthusiasm, all of them were just playing with sand, taking pictures, halting a ride of camel or horse they'll are just busy in making unforgettable memories with their families, friends or loved ones . From there you can have a aesthetic picture of all the GHATS in a series and gradually with the settling of sun the beauty of that place bloom out in the most prettiest way, trust me you'll truly never find a replacement of that let me show you how it's look like....

We lived each and every moment there standing watching the sunset and with that glowing of the city taking place, with the advent of time life in these spiritual cities has been become more cheerful and the city has a remarkable ancient history and anyone just connect with that in a fraction of second because it is BANARAS ❤️.

[pawnshopsouls]

there is now a sputtering flailing ball of feathers and fluff in one of the Ponchella canals in Bel'Terum. Don't ask her how she managed it, but she managed to get a shadow bridge torn from the Darklands straight into the water and was now a very soggy puppy.

Shrieks of surprise surrounded the canal as the little figure fell into the canal just past one of the road bridges. Small gondolas and their boatmen slowed, looking up at where the dark rift had opened, while curious farliens glided to the ripple. Fortunately, it was one of the deeper canals so the youngster didn’t hit the bottom. With a little bit of effort, the water elementals were able to find and lift the soaked youngster. Transparent faces like clouded glass blinked and smiled at the winged girl while the farliens lifted her so that her head was above water.

“Is it alive?” a blue farlien gurgled, looking at it’s companions through bubbly bangs.

“Well, they’re breathing, aren’t they?” another replied, flicking a flap of fin-like hair from his face as he held the girl up by her armpit.

“Ooo, they’ve got wings!” trilled a third, who’s light yellow form seemed to be gliding around the group giddily as a gondolier angled his boat to approach them.

“Up ‘ere, yon farliens!” the old boatsman called, “Giva here the youngin’ an’ I’ll get ‘er ta shore.”

The two supporting the youngster looked up at old gondolier and nodded, shifting their bodies so as to better lift and push the young out-worlder into the boat. Inside sat a plump lady in a fluffy purple dress who reached out to help the poor lass in.

“Oh, bless, you poor child,” she chirped, “Soaked to the bone and everything!”

“Aye, ye be a lucky flier miss,” the gondolier added, guiding the boat to the nearest stair. “Missed th’ bridge by a hair’s width!”

“Bless the sovereign, you’re alright though,” the woman said with a smile, taking a handkerchief from her purse. “Here. It’s not much, but it’ll do to dry your face.”

As the boat neared a level platform with a short staircase to the main road and walk way, a few members of the crowd parted for a duo approaching the waterway. A bespectacled young man hurried down the stairs, water light reflecting off yellow trimming of his white uniform, while a young blonde woman hurried down in a navy uniform trimmed with silver gray.

“Is everyone alright?” the young man asked as the gondola glided into place beside the platform.

“Aye, a wee wet but none the worse fer wear!” the gondolier replied and watched while the two moved to help the lady and the young bundle of water and feathers out of the boat.

“Don’t worry,” the purple-clad lady said with a smile, “the young lady’s an officer and the young man’s a laycleric. They’re here to help.” She pat the youngster hand comfortingly before taking the offered hand of the laycleric. After she was out, the blond officer leaned forward from the platform and offered a hand.

“Need any help?” she asked, hoping the soaked flier wasn’t too spooked to accept help.

#katanamasako #¢::ThoughtIHeardYouSayThat::¢ #¢::MainVerse::¢ #residents of bel'terum #residents of ponchella #//Hhhhh looks like this was more like Yuki's introduction to Bel'Terum than to Stanley or Salem! XP #¢::WhatABonelyQueue::¢

[omed-ismail-photography]

سوپاس بۆ خوای گەورە فۆتۆی ( مزگەوتی گەورە ) لە بەشی مۆبایل لەگروپی عشاق التصویر براوەی ئەمڕۆ بوو لەگەڵ دوو فۆتۆی ترادا. #Photo#Mosque#Great#Evening#Success#Winner#Lucrative#Photo#Mobile#3#Photos#Ushaq#Altaswer#Today#Mosque#Boatsman#Wooden#Water#Ipnone_6

#photos #wooden #lucrative #ushaq #mosque #photo #winner #boatsman #today #water #evening #ipnone_6 #3 #altaswer #mobile #success #great

[unadulteratedflowertoadcroi-blog]

Dawki Border

Dawki is an excellent place in Meghalaya, around two and half hours from Shillong the capital of Meghalaya. It is the Bangladesh border and there is a beautiful river there which is a part of the Umgat river of Assam. The water is crystal clear there and you can also watch the underwater stones. There is an island and there is a floating market there. There are many waterfalls which provide water to the river. In the river you will be provided with lifejackets which will be charged 100/-. In the river there is a big rock in the middle and the other half is Bangladesh. We are not allowed to go there as there are Bangladeshi Faujis there who will not allow us to go there. There is going to be a boatsman with us and the charge of boating there is 1200/- per boat with 5 persons in each boat. You can also bargain the price to 1000/-.

Hope you are going to enjoy there.😊

[nutterfly]

Wow, it’s been a LITERAL ETERNITY since I’ve posted original content, but I’m doing inktober, with a bugs theme! I think I picked it up from @sporesmore but I don’t remember... anyway, thanks! Here’s the first 5 days:

1. Native Bee(s)

2. Caterpillar

3. Aquatic (water strider, boatsman beetle, damselfly larva)

4. Lacewing (and trash baby)

5. Spots (lanternfly)

It’s been good to learn a new medium and a new method of doing art, drawing from life, such and such... here’s to the rest of inktober! 🐞🐝🐛

#bug #insect #inktober #lacewing #bee #bon does art #bon likes bugs #bon likes depictions of bugs

[bestinhisclassmoved]

❛   if i can learn to do it  ,  you can learn to do it  .    ❜ (modern verse?)

@lttlchcpshcp

"Da, I can learn any skill," Illya retorted, insulted by the insinuation that it was difficult to swim. No, he was a skilled boatsman, but he'd had a bad experience with nearly drowning when shot that had made him not a fan of the water. "I just...am not fond of deep bodies of water"

#v: modern #lttlchcpshcp