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Bell shook her head at Kaz, not quite sure what answer he wanted to what that sentence was supposed to be in reprimand or mere curisoity. "I..didn't so anything and she didn't choose me for anything? It never happened?" Well it hadn't. SHe had merely come to see what was going on and such and she was getting yanked in apparently.

A slight smirk at the dragoness...she'd put her own foot in her mouth there. he'd kept his word. before a glance at the others.

"You have three hours to fully prepare. any last minute items, goodbyes, wills to be made out...anything of personal nature better be taken care of. we're not going to be coming back here for some time, and other places we might dock into I promise you won't have near the supply of the city. this means, if you forget your favorite knife, don't expect someone else to hand you thiers. what you don't bring with you, you do without, savvy?"

a slight grin.

"that means also for you family types, this is the heartfelt 'goodbye, I hope I come back alive' weeping and crying time."

She shook her head. "No, not a word." Privy to much information she was but there were also things that she just wasn't told or people thought not to tell her...though wasn't it just the most tempting thing to be away from Mr. Calls Her A Screw-up And Keeps Her Down. Bitter? A tad bit. Though being her and knowing his subtle changes, she knew he was still annoyed over things that had transpired earlier. "So then...guess that means..." Meant what? A fight with 'those in charge of her' to see if hse could go or not?

"Good to know." Savryn rolled her eyes. Pushy demanding time constricting people. But she merely brushed some more wet sand off of her before putting two fingers to her mouth and giving a loud whistle, two flame winged nightmares jumping out of the shadows that the masts casted on the ship, all with a flare of embers and smoke. "I'm good now" Turning her look "Sounds good." Throwing a look over to the crew. "No one touch those horses." And then off to get a bath and get damn dry.

"feel free. I have my own buisness to tend to out here for now."

and he walked off to do just that, barking orders and everything being made to sail and head out into the sandseas. which ment some of the 'pleasurable company' procured by his men needed to get off his ship. the horses didn't phase him in the least, in fact he slapped one on the flank to get it out of his way when he needed to get by the mast. and moved quick enough to not get his hand bit off. make a note for later. those horses have sharp pointy teeth.

Oh boy...she had wonderful luck now didn't she? Kaznec was upset with her, a few others were going to be shortly, she was totally out of the information loop...what a day. Could she go curl up inside her egg again? Taking off after him though, she thanked that her wing slowed her down, but even with that they were there all too soon, in Lycear's study. The elder dragon was going over what seemed to be city plans, and look who was there too...Koto. Guardian Master Strategist.

She swallowed lightly, hands fiddling with each other and looking between all the men in the room with her, switching her tail a little uncertainly. Felt like she was being dragged in to be reprimanded. "Um...pirates are trying to recruit me?"

Lycear turned his attention from his startegist as they were going over a few proposals of how to deal with thier current problem of swirlign water. A nod to his son, before eyes turned to Bell...and then raised an eyebrow at her. "Pirates are trying to recruit you. I take it that you're trying to say that then venture that Captain Hawk and crew are taking, you've been extended an invitation?" Turning eyes to Kaz for somewhat comfirmation.

"She's not going." Said simply. He more or less was the one who had say over things and he gave her that shushing motion as she opened her mouth to protest. "Don't whine. You're not going." Which he merely gave a frown to the one she started to give her. "If you can't handle showing up on time to do every day things that you should be doing, then why in all of Ilindal do you think it would be okay for you to go along on something as important as the Commander is undertaking?" Which in between the lines was speaking of how she'd just cause trouble with her ways.

Lycear blinked at that. Well, he jumped right in there didn't he, but he let his look return back to Kaznec. One step at a time here. Though yes, he could read between the lines easily enough.

"No worries, the horses will be fine. They do bite after all and that fire can burn. Best to let them get used to the deck, seeing as that is where they'll be resting mostly when not in shadows." But oh did it feel good to get nasty sand and salt water off of her, her clothes washed and dried as well. "Men are orcs, simple as that sometimes. Sometimes they think they have to build themselves up by breaking others down. We can be compliant, but only if we're given do respect. My father taught me never to give respect to anyone who didn't give it to me. I would just be making a fool of myself otherwise."

"Oh I know, they won't let themselves be taken or anything else that they don't want to happen. Smarter than the average beast." She was thrilled to slip into dry clothes and pulled that overtunic on as well even though she'd gotten no confirmation from Hunter as to whether she needed it or not. She'd figured on alternating and seeing if he said anything. "I agree with you there. Respect must be earned not gifted freely or taken or it loses it's price. That's what my parents taught me." She pulled a brush through her hair and sighed, "I just don't like too much confrontation..."

"There's plenty of confrontation in my house already, they had no need to add me to the mix. It comes from my father too. Yours loves confrontation, mine hates it." Rebraiding her hair, she mentally scanned over what they had in way of provisions and such and shrugged. "It couldn't hurt to pick a few things up though most of it we should already have. We were preparing for our own journey and we weren't really sure what we were going to hit. I'll come with you to get a new whetstone though. I have a feeling spices are going to be a required commodity on this trip."