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 Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 12:38 pm
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn smiled slightly. She recognized the look for what it was. The poor boy was head over heels for her. Never mind that she as twice his age. She concealed an amused smile behind her cup, taking a sip of tea. It wasn't half bad, either. She tilted her head slightly to the side as Baldur explained the nickname. " You mean he's a werewolf?" She sounded rather intrigued. It surprised her a little to discover that neither were human. The boy at least looked human by all accounts. She couldn't help but smile as she watched Baldur interact with Vald. He was a tad rough, but he quite obviously cared for the kid. It reminded her of the way her father's crew had treated her when she was Vald's age. " Perhaps we could find a table." She suggested.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 12:58 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras He sighed at the lad, hoping this wasn't the start to an annoying trend. Baldur didn't want to have to teach him about how to deal with a woman, on top of everything else, especially ones laughably out of his league. The wench seemed fine with the attention, ignoring it politely. Poor Vald was a sorry color of tomato, especially at the mention of his race. "Werewolf. Yes," Baldur hummed, leading the way to find a vacant table that they could occupy. She seemed oddly accepting of it. "It's amazing you even know what he is. I didn't think they were very widely known, much less believed in."
He squinted at her. Who was this woman?
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:02 pm
Rosselyn Cain
(See avi for reference) Rosselyn sat down at the table and held her warm cup with both hands. It was her turn to feel a flush rise up in her cheeks. " I've read about them in my books." She admitted. Her books were the one thing the crew teased her mercilessly for. Most of them didn't think it was proper for a woman to read, but her father had wanted her to be intelligent. It was a way for her to have an advantage, and as the only woman on the ship, it was desperately important for her to have a leg up somewhere. " I've never seen them though." She looked down at her cup idly. " But I believe they can exist. In a world where sirens, mermaids and sea monsters exist, I have to believe that the mythical creatures of the land exist too." She chewed her lip for a moment before looking directly at Baldur. " So what are you?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:20 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras Valdamaras' odd, golden eyes went hugely round. "They write about werewolves in books?" he gasped excitedly, turning toward Baldur for confirmation. "Don't look at me," he protested. "She obviously reads a fair mark more than I do." "Have you ever seen a sea monster?" he asked next. Sighing, he rolled his eyes and gestured to the woman. "I've never been on a boat in my life. Ask her if you're curious. Obviously, she knows more about it than I do." The lad spluttered awkwardly, trying to meet Rosselyn's eyes and having a difficult time of it. He muttered his question, barely audible, seeking to know more about the creatures she mentioned. He debated letting her former question go unanswered, about his race. He didn't like advertising what he was. "Elf," Baldur muttered, hiding behind his mug and draining a few gulps of ale.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:33 pm
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn laughed kindly at Vald's exuberance and curiosity. She remembered when her father had first told her of the existence of sea monsters. She had been just as intent and fascinated. She nodded gently when he blurted out his many questions. " I've only ever heard mention of werewolves in fairytales and myths. But often myths have grains of truth woven into them." She went on to describe the one and only time she'd witnessed a true sea monster, and explained that she didn't consider mermaids and sirens true monsters, because both had human like features and qualities. She didn't miss Baldur's reply to her question, however. She did decide she would address it later, when the boy ran out of questions about monsters and other sea creatures.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 7:40 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras Rosselyn was quite the storyteller. She indulged Vald's curiosity with a tale about her own sea monster sighting. Baldur wasn't sure how much of a fish tale it was, but it was amusing nonetheless and the boy seemed absolutely captivated. He didn't seem so interested in the mermaids or sirens, as they weren't "real monsters," but the creature certainly had his attention. "Are there other kind of sea monsters out there? How big do you think they get? Could they ever come on land?" He asked with the genuine, youthful curiosity of a boy his age, eyes shining with excitement. Baldur was grateful to simply sit back and get an eyeful of the room, and then back to Rosselyn, studying her closely. Her hands, in particular, held the callus of actual work. So educated, but also accustomed to labor. Odd for a human, especially a woman.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:27 pm
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn continued to indulge the boy's fancy, her lips curled in an understanding smile. " The only monster I've ever seen was big enough to capsize a decent sized merchant ship, and that's pretty big." She took a sip of her cooling tea before answering his next question. " And there are more things in heaven and earth. I'm certain they can get that big, or even bigger. But I doubt they could come on land. Sirens and mermaids can only use their magic to come on land for short periods of time. They need the sea water to survive. I imagine the other sea monsters are the same way." She turned her eyes to Baldur, having noticed his intent gaze while she'd regaled Vald with stories of her youth. " You certainly don't look like the elves described in my stories, but then, perhaps we don't come from the same world at all…" She mused
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2014 9:37 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras Vald got over his shyness and even began smiling a little bit. He managed to look directly at Rosselyn without blushing furiously. He eased, his own drink completely forgotten in front of him. "That's amazing. I've never even seen the ocean, but it sounds amazing. I would like to go there someday."
Amazing. A few weeks ago and the boy was lamenting ever leaving his safe little forest, and now he wanted to adventure to the ocean. He might finally be warming up to his new surroundings. "Do we have monsters that big on land?" he asked, pointing his question back at Baldur. He shrugged. "Heard dragons can get big, but I've never seen one. Only heard stories." He turned his eyes to the woman as she commented on his race, shrugging dismissively. "Elves have been gone from the world for centuries. You know how stories and rumors warp. Your stories could be the same as the ones that exist in my world for all we know."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 12:21 am
Rosselyn Cain Rosse smiled at the boy. " The sea…" She trailed off thoughtfully for a moment. " She's a harsh mistress, not to be tested or tried. But there's nothing like standing on the footropes of the top yardarm, looking out over her vast horizons." She turned her happy gaze back to the young werewolf. " She is my home." She lifted her eyes to the elf and smiled. " Perhaps." Then her smiled turned faintly impish. " I've always longed to see a dragon." She confessed.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 3:03 am
Jet Devereux Jet felt disappointment well up inside of her but she was loathe if she was going to show it. She squared her jaw and shrugged as nonchalantly as she could. "Well, could you show me how to fight?" she asked. "Or, at least tell me how I can learn? How did you learn? I suppose it was in the heat of battle - but everybody has to start somewhere." She was determined to get something out of this encounter. She poured them both another glass of vodka each, hoping that despite her rudeness the alcohol would keep Svana around for long enough that Jet might learn something - anything - from her. She started to study the way Svana sat, the way she carried herself. She wondered if attitude was partly about how you felt, or how you made yourself feel. Could Jet make herself look confident? Could she make herself stand out? ((Haha, uh, so I forgot to hit submit. *derp*))
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Psychotic Maniacal Sanity Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:51 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras "The sea sounds like my mother," Vald muttered with a terse frown. Baldur barked out a laugh, almost spitting out the mouthful of ale he had just brought to his lips. "Your mother doesn't have 'vast horizons,'" he choked. "Yeah, but she's harsh...and she's home..." he muttered, eyes downcast, no small amount of bitterness in his voice. "And she's also not here, so there's no sense mooning about it," he added quickly, well aware that Valdamaras was prone to bouts of melancholy when dwelling on his home and family that he had been forced to leave behind. He gave the boy a non-too-subtle nudge under the table with his foot. "Me, I think I'll stay away from those dragons, myself. They don't sound so appealing, being big and ferocious and breathe fire and all. I happen to like living," he remarked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 7:41 pm
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn gave the boy a sympathetic smile, and patted his hand gently. " Both will always be in your heart. Keep them there and you'll never be without them. But don't allow the memory of them to steal your joy. There's no point in that." She understood how the boy felt. She remembered feeling similarly after her mother had passed away and she'd been forced to join her father on a ship that roamed far and wide, but never home. She'd learned to make her home in people, rather than in any one place, and always, her mother remained in her heart. Rosselyn laughed softly and gave Baldur a keen smile. " Maybe see them from a distance then. Perhaps to watch them fly."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 8:42 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras Baldur rolled his eyes heavily at her sympathetic speech. "I'm trying to toughen the boy up, you know, so he can go back. Don't listen to her, Pup. Suck it up, and you'll go home someday." He didn't have time to deal with Vald's sensitivities. Naturally, the woman would coddle him, validate his feelings or something. Vald shot him a glare. "She was just being nice." His eyebrows shot up. "Did you just mouth off to me?" He swung his gaze to Rosselyn. "He just mouthed off to me. Did you hear that? I thought I beat that out of him weeks ago. He must really hold a torch for you." The boy's face flamed from forehead to chin, turning bright red.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 9:52 pm
Rosselyn Cain Rosselyn arched a slender eyebrow at Baldur, looking rather unimpressed. " I never said anything about not going back, but if you want him to get strong, you have to teach him how to deal with melancholy feelings, or any type of feelings for that matter. You can't just stuff them away and hope they won't bother you. They'll come back, and be all the worse for it. Learning to deal with uncomfortable feelings constructively will do a far better job to strengthen him in the long run." She sighed softly and gave Vald a mildly pitying look. " And you really shouldn't dear. I'm a foul tempered pirate wench, and sadly, about twice your age, I'd imagine."
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2014 10:06 pm
Baldur and Valdamaras Vald turned even redder, if possible. He looked like he wanted to crawl under the table and hide. His expression hardened, though, much to Baldur's pleasure. He turned his feelings of mortification to something sterner, and merely stared off to the side, jaw set. He was a little proud. He might make something out of the kid, yet. However, the advice she gave needled at Baldur's own buried issues, scratching at the deep embedded rage stored within him. He snorted. Deal with uncomfortable feelings. She didn't know the definition. Turning his feelings of defeat and inadequacy into rage had been the most constructive thing he could do. "You let me worry about teaching him what will make him strong. If I wanted a woman's opinion on it, I would have left him with his mother," he scoffed.
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