A Decent Land — Chapter Two
First Impressions of Yowunas Maias
We landed in the ocean, a few miles south-west of the Yowunas Maias mainland. It’s gorgeous down there, but we’re not equipped to compile a full report of our findings. The waters teem with life, and our biologists were profoundly annoyed when I ordered them onto land. Initial observations by them were, however, noted. Expect their simple speculations as an addendum; find attached.
REQUEST: A fleet of submersible units.
RECOMMEND: A detailed aquatic reconnaissance.
The beach sand is slightly reddened, soft and warm underfoot. Tasting the organic air — not recycled for thousands of years — inspired a regretful, drunken abandon. We threw our boots into the sea, and danced and whooped out joyously. Then, one of our number cut and broke their foot on a conch shell. Their painful cry stunned us at first, back to professional standards. Noticing shells of different sizes lining the length of the beach, we all rushed to retrieve our boots (before further action was taken).
The shell they stood on was small — truth be told — but sharp, like a blade, at the edge. We collected a few of these natural knives, and used them as tools for thicket and food. Besides the light, white edge of these ubiquitous calcic horns…
