127

A quick update, to get myself back into the swing of writing this story. I apologize for the month off. This moves 127 forward a quarter step, of course the rest of the story appears in the tags.

He concentrated, trying to force his eyes to understand the image in front of him. There was the Haerl Al Keen, floating solemnly in the water, with a scattering of four winged circles with streaks jetting from them, portraying speed. The water seemed a calm blue floor, his vessel cemented in place. What his memory regarded as a solid blue rectangle was actually much more complex, he gasped as his eyes convinced his memory of this new truth. Beneath the boat there were swirling shapes and dark purples and even darker greens, a dizzying pattern. He marveled at them, his eyes sparkling. They were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, filling a space the size of a postcard on the bottom half of one of the only books on The Haerl Al Keen. He looked, feeling like he could see past the swirls, like he could see a face... then he felt like he was falling...