The horizon was a perfect line, the sun behind her, not a cloud in sight, just light blue, meets deep blue in perfect symmetry.
Azurfa stood on a a rocky outcropping, taking long calming breathes, eyes unblinkingly focused on the horizon. Her breath waivered for barely a beat as the fluttering sails of huge merchant ships creeped out of the perfect blue seem. She stood, breathing, moving her body slowly, stretching, posing.. until the ships had sailed so close to the shore, tiny blue clad figures could be seen darting around the decks, pulling ropes, getting ready to drop anchor.
Azurfa shrieked with girlish excitement and jumped, waving both hands in the air in greeting.
A soft thud next to her brought her attention back to herself. A small pile a rough ore, shaped into spheres was stacked at her feet, with one a foot away in the grass, she gathered them up and dropped them into a heavy leather sack at her waist. The ground she stood on was scarred, and torn up, undersoil turned over, and fresh earth exposed.
She ran down a steep hill toward the beach, again throwing her arms over her head, she'd caught sight of one particular blue figure on the lead ship. She whistled with her fingers in her mouth, and shouted and laughed as she ran across the beach and into the waves, barley even noticing the cold water crashing against her legs she stopped to watch as the ships started lowering small boats to row to shore in.