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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Jul 14, 2008 10:41 pm
"Not mine." He knew she'd remember that in the future and be far less likely to slap a stereotype on him. Or at least he hoped, women were confusing like that. "It's not health, Savryn. It's you. I remember seeing you when you were so little you could barely even sit up and I've always secretly been looking out for you. I know I was rarely home while you were growing up and I know you don't know me too well but that means nothing. I consider you just as close as any of my own siblings. Inthara's and Silverfeather-D'vinn's will always be closely tied. You know that, but don't go thinking you're some kind of obligation either. Because you most certainly aren't."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 9:33 am
She frowned as he brought stuff up from the past. It was no secret how she had started her life and almost ended her mother's in the same stroke. Both she and Piper had been weak for at least a full two years before they started doing physically better...and emotionally as well. There had been a lot of reluctant forgiveness given on her mother's part as others tried to mend a void that Savryn's prescense had temporarily caused. But her mother loved her fiercely and he father had learned to love and forgive her, and her brothers were always there waiting their turn. Things had looked up for those next two years hadn't they? "I remember you sitting around with Dhairiss when he was watching me when mama needed to rest." And that was about it.
Frankly Savvy couldn't make up her mind about this. In part it made it sound like he wanted to look out for her because of that weakness she had presented as a child. In fact he had been gone when she had her accident with her eyes and had come home to changed circumstances. Being eithout Chylithair or necromantic means to call her own, she had missed that all important first look across his face when others told him. To Savvy, that look was the most imporatnt impression anyone made to her once they knew...most failed in proving themselves that they weren't just placating her with words of independence that she wasnted to hear. "I don't even know what you really look like and yet you call us close." Which was true...she had seen Kelligrin through another's eyes but if she was looking at him, she wouldn't know it was him by basic look. Just like if someone put an apple in front of her and asked her what it was. She'd have trouble identifying it until she put her hands on it or investigate it with some other sense. Depth perception was all but a dream as well. "If I'm not some obligation...then why do you even feel the need to look out for me when we've practically nothing to do with each other." A frown then and a look to his general direction, though she was looking over his head some, "Parents put you up to it?"
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 2:19 pm
"I wasn't there too much when you were that little. Babies scared me, frankly, despite growing up with so many of them." Shaking his head and then leaning back on the trunk and watching her as she seemed to contemplate things for a moment. It was true that she didn't know what he looked like but he could fix that. Pushing off the trunk, he walked over and lifted her hands, resting them on his face. "So see me. Get to know me, Savryn." Chuckling softly, he felt his lips quirk. "My parents told me to go get my sister, not stick around and watch you. They think I've already left this plane entirely, I'm sure." Pausing a moment as he thought about the question. "I don't know, Vryn. Something about you has always drawn me. Maybe because we're so much alike and you understand what I do and don't judge me for it."
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 3:13 pm
Startled, sensitive finger pads pulled away from his face and her hands held each other for a moment as if not sure what else to do with them. She didn't know if it bothered her or not what she had meant by not knowing what he looked like and how to correct that problem. Maybe she should just be angry because it was typical of someone who could see to infer people who didn't used their hands. Even if it was true. He was certinally more pleasant in personality than she figured he was. "So much alike because we both revel in death as our professions? Though even assassin's get a better reuptation than any necromancer will. Sit down."
Normally she wouldn't care what the hell he looked like for real, in fact it would be easier to maintain the distance that she liked to from people. But he wasn't going to be going away was he. Thus she waited for him to sit before taking off her falconer’s glove she set it aside before turning her attention back to him. Clouded eyes blinked at where she knew his body was, but didn’t settle anywhere prominent. Reaching to him, her hands encountered first his chest, feeling over what he was wearing and inching upward every few seconds till they came to rest at his shoulders. Hands took to roving again, measuring out his frame by where his shoulders sloped and came back, letting them smooth up his neck where the muscles felt tense from perhaps anxiety or something else she wasn’t quite sure of. They stopped at his jaw line and held there a moment before pulling off till only fingertips remained, the pads of one hand softer than the other which spoke of the majority use of that hand. One usually in its glove, the other usually feeling around her world.
His jaw was strong and defined as she traced her fingertips to meet at his chin, letting fingers fan up to his cheekbones. Classic elven of course which made his face attractively slender. Thumbs brushed his cheekbones a moment before the rest of her fingers trailed up across his temples till they met his hair line. He wore his hair slicked back, a barely noticible braid on each side just behind his ears. One hand moved back to hold at his jaw as the other came to touch at the bridge of his nose and trace down to the top of his nose, then over his lips, tracing back up to feel around his eyes, fingertips just brushing his lashes. All the while her head making a visual of him in her mind.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 8:33 pm
"That's the version you hear told. I've been told I'm worse than necromancers because they have a use for the souls and most take great care of them. I kill without qualm, slaughter without reason, and decimate without question." He sat down, catching himself from falling as her hands began their simple foray. He hadn't expected her to begin down on his chest and he merely held perfectly still while she felt every inch of his face. He tried to remember back if anyone had ever touched his face before but couldn't recall of any other elf who had. Even his mother had only occasionally brushed his forehead or cheeks, never a full onslaught like Savryn did. When she was finished, he sat there a moment then grinned. "So, am I handsome or too much of a pretty boy?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 15, 2008 11:10 pm
The horizon near Illindal began to show signs of movement, as the day wore on, it became readily apparent. an armada of ships. all bearing the flags of various pirate lords. ships like the Dagger, one called Leviathan, which was a ship the size of Fang's Serpent, others approaching more the size of the chimera or gale claw where approaching. and overhead of them, mounted Riders. the Pirate Lords were making their approach.
Desdemona leaned on the railing, watching the sand and the ship before them, idly thinking on Teach's comments about becoming boring. Was that the reason he'd had a fling with Gem? had she become boring...or was it just being in captivity that had caused him to stray a bit. things to think about. maybe she'd ask that necromancer, see if she had some method of figuring out his deal.
Richards kept the sails trim and the course true, giving out his orders and commands and keeping any new crew they'd acquired in line, now that thier ship at least didn't harbor any of the added guests. which made his life that much easier.
Hunter was looking over his maps in his cabin, charting the best courses he could think of considering they had very little knowledge of this area of the sands. He was also looking through his personal treasure hoards, for things that an elf might find valuable and any drugs that might work on one as well. nothing fancy, just something that he could discretely slip her to make her a bit more open to suggestion and persuation. He wanted that compass.
Fang's ship was finally on the move again, but not after the chimera and the gale claw. he was heading out into the farther reaches of the saltbeds, to the ruins of a nomadic people only he and maybe a handful of others knew about. to resupply his baits and dragon hindering tools. He did send some large birds of prey, vultures, with satchels detailing the ships he wanted those in his service to keep an eye out for and make sure their headings and locations were reported back in due haste. He wasn't going to just let the wander about without some supervision.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 11:16 am
"The good necromaners that people know about is what they compare you to? I merely disturb the dead and destroy souls...and we do the same thing. Those that crave necromancy as more of a strict dark art are the ones that make a bad name for the rest of us, and those that become liches and the like. You at least deliver a quick and sure death. Not a common trait us necromancers are given." And then all the whole life and disease curing and such things went unntoiced by most...which made them ignorant.
But her head was still trying to piece things together of his looks, namely how to place coloring. Being an Inthara that made his skin coal in color and his hair most likely white or a silvery white. His eyes...well there were lots of fun colors to choose from but she knew from brief glances before that his eyes were red. She supposed he looked like his father some in all reality. Pulling her hands back she brushed her fingertips against her palms in some gesture that perhaps only she understood. "Handsome I suppose. I don't know the going rate of good looks these days." She often heard she was decent to look at, but that did little to tell her anything.
Gem tapped her fingers on her own maps. Hm...northeast, stay on the course and you would run off the edges of the map. Her fingers followed that set course and then she tapped them again. Ah, lets see if it matched up. Moving to one of her trunks she rummaged through still she pulled out quite the old and faded map. Gently opening it, she laid it on the desk just above her other map. Despite it's faded wording, the colors were still rather brilliant and the numbers could be made out. Lining up the latitude and longitude, she fetched another piece of paper and charcoal, quick copying what the map predicted. It was an old map that she had swiped from an old dragon in a poker game...he supposedly got it from metallic dragons. Was this where they were heading?
Throwing two words at the top of the paper above the picture she quickly scrawled 'seems we may end up here' on the bottom and rolled it up. All the matter of a messenger pigeon then and she sent the message off to Hunter. So....that Glass Sea...somehere in her mind she recalled that knowledge of that place, or at least the stories. Where the storms of old days had started initially and the lightining was so hot and violent that where it struck the ground, great glass spires rose as well as whole portions of the sand sea in the area being nothing but rolling sheets and waves of glass. Hm, sounded exciting.
"He's not coming Sir...asking his help was never a good idea, as I told you time and time again. That black dragon, family of yours that he may be, will not lift a wing to help us."
"Despite how it is not a good idea, Koto, we need all the help we can get." Watching the going ons from what remained of the guard tower. They were assembling for a strike and there were riders in on the deal. "Keep to the plan though...they won't make it in range till morning or evening tomorrow. Get the stocks up and make sure everyone is prepared."
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 12:38 pm
Having finished with his cleaning tasks, he decided to move them both up to the crow's nest again where things had all began, where they would be out of the way of working pirates. Settling down with her in the same position, he resigned to think in silence. Fear was not a foreign concept to him. Being Commander of the Guardians more or less already made him knowledgeable in the ways fear worked and how it could make even the bravest men run away with their tails between their legs, metaphorically speaking. He understood the need to train oneself to accept fear as a kind of motivation instead of a deterrent. She had been afraid, which would have inevitably made her lose certain rationality for a moment. But he also knew that if they faced the same thing next time, her fear wouldn't be as intense. Experience was a good thing.
But that wasn't why he had asked. He was confused again. Fear was an emotion that foreign threats induced in people but the giant squid hadn't really scared him that much. No... he had a feeling she had been the root of his own fear. Which made no sense because Jae was neither unfamiliar nor a threat. But the feeling had been very real and it still was, even now while she was physically closer to him than ever. Swallowing the uncomfortable lump in his throat, he instinctively hugged his arms around her more firmly. "I wouldn't have left you. Even if you didn't get hurt. Even if you scared me."
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 1:11 pm
Privacy always did things for those who were injured, it more or less let them wear their pain or whatever they may be feeling, physically or emotionally, more openly and perhaps that made the intensity die down rather than trying to save face from others by keeping it all in. Thusly in said privacy, Jae had curled more into him as her body could get without hurting too badly, her tail tucked against his body where he sat and joint claws of wings even grasped where they could hold without causing him pain. She had to stop doing these stupid things that got her in trouble and only stressed him...but it just seemed the drive to prove herself led her to folly or greatness each time with the problem being she never knew which was to come...folly usually won though.
With her head against his chest she listened to the rhythms of his body as they seemed spiked still from all that was happening or had happened. Usually he was much calmer by now...he never stayed startled long. She found herself paying even more attention to her as he gave her a squeeze that wasn't exactly classifiable as a hug. "I scared you? I'm sorry, I'll do better." Though it did set her at ease what he said and for now she'd let herself believe him no matter what circumstances. Closing her eyes and nuzzling against him again lightly. Indeed felt safe.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 6:58 pm
"I get compared to all sorts of people." He watched her closely, trying to see how she was putting everything together. He didn't want to tell her what he looked like since he didn't think she'd take it too well. "It just depends on who I'm shanking. If it's someone who deserves to suffer, then they do. Mercy isn't my strong suit when it comes to oppressors and dictators." He laughed softly at her trying to seriously answer the question and nodded though she couldn't see it. "What do your fingers tell you?"
Hovering invisibly above and watching the tender scene, Rahsaveer shook his head but couldn't help the smile. It was a point like this where some poignant music and a bit of poetry would serve so well. Kaznec was confused and that would work nicely into Eilynne's favor. Perhaps it was time to have a one-on-one with the boy. He seemed to understand to a point but not enough. He needed a push. And Rahs was just the Laerethe to give it to him.
She was well aware of what was going on all over the plane and things were moving into position slowly but steadily. Fang and the others were acting just as she'd anticipated and only spiraling such things further. Silly humans. They always thought they were paving their own way when in reality they were doing exactly as they were intended.
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 7:19 pm
"I never said anything about mercy. Quick clean deaths are not about mercy. I'm no assassin, but I've worked with them...Swiftness and stealth are the assassin's greatest allies. Messy and loud deaths only draw attention." Deep blue tipped ears twitched at his soft chuckling though, her brain instantly trying to figure what that meant. Pulling the heavy leather glove back onto her hand, giving it a few firm tugs. "You've not a flaw to your features...so you're handsome." Or at least how she defined it. Her definition of good looks she supposed was based on what was 'right' by a textbook standard. Besides, elves knew they all looked good.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:02 pm
He looked over the mapping that Gem had sent, and frowned. that wasn't good. the Glass Sea was a deathtrap. glaringly bright, hard to move on without time for refitting...and eerily quiet. some said if you could see into the glass, you could find creatures frozen in place, instantly incased in skintight glass from the storms...not that you did often with the sun.
He walked out on deck, calling Richard's into his cabin, letting Desdemona have the deck and work the helm.
"we're going to need to make a stop. someplace where we can refit the Chimera with equipment to better handle glass. our present course looks like it's taking us into the Glass Sea."
Richard's nodded and looked over the maps.
"there's not much around here. this place is almost completely sand and sun. but if Gem has a better map, we may need to see if she has anyplace on hers that might work to harvest materials for some runners."
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Picking Up Stars Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 17, 2008 10:02 pm
Quirking an eyebrow at her for a moment, he let out a strangled laugh. "Only a necromancer can challenge my opinion with truth and get away with it. Consider yourself lucky, Vryn." He watched her closely for a moment, analyzing her answer. "If that's the criteria for beauty then you're right up there too. Not a flaw to your features either." And he swore if she said her blindness was a flaw, he'd...tickle her or something.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 11:39 am
Still trying to plot some kind of a course as she was going off this little map of hers, trying to make out details and wordings. Though the almost snake like tracks of yellow through soft white blue told her one thing…there were sand channels all through that region…meant for a lot of wrong turns. Of course she wasn’t stupid about this either as she was inspected her glass of rum…glass could do nasty things. Aside from glare, which had already been experienced in the salt beds from all the white, she could guess that there were the problems of illusion from the reflections and such. God forbid they ram a spire and break it…glass was merciless in its assault and it would slice anyone to ribbons. Hm, she did like challenges and sights one was likely to see once in their lifetime.
Another twitch of her ears at that peculiar sound of his laugh, like he was trying not to do it. “Luck has nothing to do with it.” Though she wrinkled her nose as his return compliment of sorts…it wasn’t even all true but she wasn’t going to voice that opinion. Perfect didn’t include her eyes and thus she wasn’t what he said. Instead she gave a nonchalant shrug. “That’s what I hear when I venture around.” Her normal haunts were crawling with people who tried to get on her good side by saying how pretty or something she was. “Elves just have that luck.”
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 8:00 pm
It had been awhile since the little ball of light had upped and disappeared, and Logan just let it go. If it came back then it did, there was no reason to gripe over it. But finally after relaxing like he wanted to do he decided it be best to wander for a moment. So with a sigh he got up and began to walk the ship, he wanted to see how it was designed and where he can find places like the mess hall and whatnot, he just wanted to make sure he knew where things were. After awhile he made his way to where Gem would be but stopped at the door, he knew it be rude to actually just walk right in so with a pause he raised his human hand and gave a small knock, just so she knew someone was there.
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