Adventure of your life
May 4, 2016 19:20:55 GMT -6
Post by Loreley on May 4, 2016 19:20:55 GMT -6
"Did you just ask what I think you did lass?"
The outrage in his voice and the heavy thudding steps towards her put an immediate damper on her already strained spirits, and her face flinched down a little as laid into her angrily.... It really wasn't even very strong swearing, but the question driving it still fell home to her: Why should he give out such a position. He said the asking was putting her behind the others, just because the others hadn't requested their specific positions didn't mean she shouldn't think a little about hers. She still thought it best. You couldn't sail without able deckhands to handle the lines. You couldn't sail without someone who could read the maps and charts. Those who knew the skies read a different sort of chart, but if the desert dweller didn't know the wind and the sails, they would struggle. As far as she knew, the big man would end up serving purely as an enforcer on their trip. The Captain had to know his way around his ship, but as far as she could tell, the rest of the crew lacked her breadth of sailing knowledge. So while she flinched a bit under his assault, she kept her chin up, and met his eyes as he thudded up next to her across the floor. Even when his heavy hot breath washed over her face and his size and strength left her unsettled, she kept her chin up. Because she was right, dammit!
Suddenly, her ears had to strain to hear what he had to say. He kept speaking, but quietly. Only to her. Scouts following him? What did that mean? Why was he saying this, and why so quietly? A chance for her to shine, or a warning for her to get away from him before she was snared in whatever he was caught in.... Maybe it was worth a look though.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head a little as anyone chastened would, but then spoke softly in a quiet voice like razor wire. " Tree in the meadow by the East Gate. Come at the rising of the moon. Come alone and we can talk there."
She looked up as he turned away and dismissed them. She didn't have to fake the troubled expression on her face. What was she getting herself into....
She didn't leave right away, instead heading back to the bar and back to her things. Emil was being watched? Some half formed instinct was tugging at her to stay and watch then. Maybe she'd see some of these mysterious watchers. Or maybe it'd all turn out to be nothing but more foolishness she was falling into.
She was a little surprised when the shirtless wonder stuck around. Carmichal, he'd said his name was? She wasn't in a good mood, but she spared him some attention at least for his persistence.
"Prickly doesn't do him justice." She commented. Perhaps it'd be wiser for her to keep her mouth shut at a time like this, but there were times when wisdom was notably absent from her. Fruitful venture. Bide your time. Show your worth.
She started to frown and her expression nearly turned to a glare before the brown haired sailor managed to backpedal back to safe ground. Not that she really had much right to do any glaring right now. He was right. She had nothing but words to show for herself at the moment. She'd just been excited, and thought maybe... this could be her break.
"I'm not sure I'm going. This is just a joyride. He's not promised us anything of a substantial reward. There's not even a promise of a share of treasures if we do stumble across something.... Maybe getting to the Dread Isle and back could help swell a reputation though." And who's he being hunted by? That thought was more than enough to distract her from the plans she needed to be laying for the night.
OoC: Jumping into Carmichal support?
The outrage in his voice and the heavy thudding steps towards her put an immediate damper on her already strained spirits, and her face flinched down a little as laid into her angrily.... It really wasn't even very strong swearing, but the question driving it still fell home to her: Why should he give out such a position. He said the asking was putting her behind the others, just because the others hadn't requested their specific positions didn't mean she shouldn't think a little about hers. She still thought it best. You couldn't sail without able deckhands to handle the lines. You couldn't sail without someone who could read the maps and charts. Those who knew the skies read a different sort of chart, but if the desert dweller didn't know the wind and the sails, they would struggle. As far as she knew, the big man would end up serving purely as an enforcer on their trip. The Captain had to know his way around his ship, but as far as she could tell, the rest of the crew lacked her breadth of sailing knowledge. So while she flinched a bit under his assault, she kept her chin up, and met his eyes as he thudded up next to her across the floor. Even when his heavy hot breath washed over her face and his size and strength left her unsettled, she kept her chin up. Because she was right, dammit!
Suddenly, her ears had to strain to hear what he had to say. He kept speaking, but quietly. Only to her. Scouts following him? What did that mean? Why was he saying this, and why so quietly? A chance for her to shine, or a warning for her to get away from him before she was snared in whatever he was caught in.... Maybe it was worth a look though.
She closed her eyes and lowered her head a little as anyone chastened would, but then spoke softly in a quiet voice like razor wire. " Tree in the meadow by the East Gate. Come at the rising of the moon. Come alone and we can talk there."
She looked up as he turned away and dismissed them. She didn't have to fake the troubled expression on her face. What was she getting herself into....
She didn't leave right away, instead heading back to the bar and back to her things. Emil was being watched? Some half formed instinct was tugging at her to stay and watch then. Maybe she'd see some of these mysterious watchers. Or maybe it'd all turn out to be nothing but more foolishness she was falling into.
She was a little surprised when the shirtless wonder stuck around. Carmichal, he'd said his name was? She wasn't in a good mood, but she spared him some attention at least for his persistence.
"Prickly doesn't do him justice." She commented. Perhaps it'd be wiser for her to keep her mouth shut at a time like this, but there were times when wisdom was notably absent from her. Fruitful venture. Bide your time. Show your worth.
She started to frown and her expression nearly turned to a glare before the brown haired sailor managed to backpedal back to safe ground. Not that she really had much right to do any glaring right now. He was right. She had nothing but words to show for herself at the moment. She'd just been excited, and thought maybe... this could be her break.
"I'm not sure I'm going. This is just a joyride. He's not promised us anything of a substantial reward. There's not even a promise of a share of treasures if we do stumble across something.... Maybe getting to the Dread Isle and back could help swell a reputation though." And who's he being hunted by? That thought was more than enough to distract her from the plans she needed to be laying for the night.
OoC: Jumping into Carmichal support?