GOW Part One
Gow pushed through the dark waters on his way home. It had been a long day. A good one, but a long one. Finding things the Undinia asked for was tough at times but Gow was the best at what he did. If they wanted a rare fish for a banquet, he found it. If a female desired a rare pearl, no problem. It never took him more than a few days to find anything they needed. If royalty asked, then he made sure to get it right away.
His cave came into view, and he swam faster. The thought of a long sleep was the most important thing on his mind. Land Walkers slept on soft things they called mattresses. What a horrid idea. Nothing was better than a nice hard ledge. It really kept the back in line.
Before entering his cave, he pulled out a small green rock from his bag that was slung over his shoulder. Even in the cold waters, it felt warm in his palm. With his three webbed fingers, he held it out in front of the opening to his home. A flash of light from both the rock and the entrance nearly blinded him. Now he could go inside. Anyone who tried to enter without his rock, would most likely be dead. If not dead, then passed out for a long time. How else could he protect his treasures?
With the barrier down, he moved inside. Another flash later, told him he was safe again. Lights flared to life along his walls. Happy humming emanated from each one. The little glow fish living inside special magic bubbles were always happy to see him when he came home. Gow took the time to say hello to each and gave them their evening meals.
Other items lined each wall as well as well as the glow fish that lit his cave. Items that he knew the names of and items he did not. Human items were there as well as dwarven and druid. The druid treasures were very hard to come by. They always protected their things well. Sometimes, if he came across Declan the druid, he could barter for rare trinkets. He was one of the few Land Walkers he could trust.
His tummy grumbled reminding him he hadn’t eaten. He floated over to a large chest and waved his hand over it. The lid opened revealing many things that were his and his alone. Gow removed his bag and took out the coins and other items the many races in the Great Waters paid him to utilize his skills. He didn’t only take coin but anything of value. Someone somewhere would want it eventually. He placed the coins in the chest and took out his meal of fresh seaweed. Another wave of his hand had the lid lowering and locking closed.
There was no table in his cave. He really didn’t need it. The simple life was his way. So, he swam up to his ledge and sat down. His short legs danged downward as he ate his meal. Seaweed was the best. He could not think of anything else he would want to eat. He never judged a species for their choices, but the thought of eating another animal was disgusting. Everyone should eat seaweed.
His three webbed toes fidgeted back and forth in happiness. When he was done, he tied together his many tentacles that grew from the back of his head with a thin rope. If he didn’t, they would end up sticking up all over the place. Appearance was everything in his business. A hard yawn formed from deep within causing his frog like features to scrunch up and his mouth to gape open. He itched his green torso and laid down. Yes, sleep was great, too.
As Gow lay there, drifting into sleep, he wondered what the next day would bring him.
