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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Another piece of creative writing I did for a setting this time. I eventually want to make this into part of a bigger book, so for now you can see the initial description.

Submitted: September 07, 2018

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Submitted: September 07, 2018



Dewy air blew in from the East, catching the fresh scent of the mountain-fed river which sliced Seameet into two untidy sectors and sending flurries of flower petals through the cream-coloured streets. On the eastern side of the river lay the Idyll; the richer sector of Seameet, which made its fortune in the trading ships travelling between continents in the Early Years. In truth, those living in the prosperous Idyll were the distant relatives of the merchants who’d made their fortunes on the seas, yet they could scarcely recall what exactly had made their great ancestors so rich (although they were more than happy to live in their spoils for generations after). The Idyll stood on a cliff overlooking the harbour, into which many had carved their houses, so the pale golden cliff face was scattered with balconies.


Ladies in scarlet and plum silks stood sentinel upon the cliff face, looking out on the crystalline ocean and the toy boats beneath them, clustered in groups and babbling in a soft and airy tongue which rippled throughout Seameet on the breeze. The first weeks of April always brought this breath of life into the town, as the sprawling rose mallow vines bloomed with sudden vigour at the fresh smell of the river. They spread like a jade and crimson wildfire along the metalwork which arched over the Plaza, forming a natural umbrella and a saccharine scent for which Seameet was renowned. This plaza lay at the centre of the Idyll and was its beating heart throughout the year. As the sweet fruit of the new year began to swell, the market which was held in the Plaza ripened with a plethora of stalls, which sprung up seemingly effortlessly as the month progressed.

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