The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

[Hope I'm doing this correctly.]

Dawn was breaking over Port Honjin when Dar finished her business at the fish market, having arranged for her selections to be delivered to the restaurant where she worked.

She left the bustle on the fishing docks and walked along the waterfront until the sun was clear of the horizon and she had reached the still-empty swimming beach. Wooden chairs, their fabric sunshades furled for the night, stretched in neat rows. The colorful patterns on the canvas gathered brightness as the sun rose, and the air was warm and sweet, blowing in from the forest park up the coast.

It was so easy to pretend that she was back in Baryam, that instead of rising from her lonely single bed in the rooming house, she had left Gali and Dov sleeping in the big bed they preferred. The drowsing bulk of the island across the bay could have been Em'yit, not Biyori, and she could pretend that the carefully tended street trees were ylans, not neuti.

But the days were growing shorter, and autumn would soon come. At home, the weather would barely change until midwinter, but in sixty days, the wind would be cold here in Port Honjin. She was lightyears and centuries away from her birthplace.