Who: Pavo, and those of Cepheus and Delphinus it may concern
Where: All along the banks of the great canal, from Delphinus to the very heart of Pavo
When: King's Year 199, Early Summer
What: Flooding
The waters of the canal, contained as they are within stone and crafted earth, have long been a pleasure to sail. Slow enough that a well-set sail or a few oars can take a boat upstream all the way to Pavo’s borders, and with enough pull to ease a ship back down to Delphinian soil, the canal’s fresh water has been a training ground for many too old or young for the sea.
And this night, only hours after the false dawn flashes through the sky, sailors resting along the banks, boats anchored and those still on course, feel something that speaks to the bones of any Delphinian —
Boats heave. The tang of salt touches the air. At the edges of the canal, water starts to overflow, spilling out onto ground, flooding careful irrigation systems with liquid that means death to the orchards and farms on either side.
Here, now, as if the sea herself was crawling from her bed and seeking a new berth . . . the tide is coming in.
And the waves have only just begun.