"I mainly pilot through the day. Jiro relieves me at night so I may rest and be at my best when I retake the helm. As to what activities we engage in when duties are done for the day/night, it depends on the person. Some sing or play music, some gamble or tell tall stories of sea battles or plunder. Some think on the day and what can be done better in the next. Our sorcerer tinkers away with his crafting. Such time belongs to the respective crewmen - to do as they please.
Amen-set waves her hand somewhat dismissively at this, her gesture somehow imperious, as if she was some sort of arrogant princess, though this does not seem right; yet she promptly speaks before the gesture can linger.
”Aye, aye, this I know and more. Yet they are all men; we two, we happy two, we are not mere men, we are women, and though I give praise to the fiery god of the sky, you give your praise to the dark lady of the seas. Can this be doubted? For life springs from a woman, even as life springs from the seas. Thus you are a lady of the sea – and I, too, shall be like that.”
Her words and tone suggest that she is looking at least for a strong female role-model and believes she has found that in you.
”Thus I care little for what those men do; for myself, I seek a woman who has walked these paths already so I may learn from someone great like her... or if you prefer; you, yourself. Thus do I wish to know what it is that you do when you are not at the wheel with your duty, and so know better what it is that a woman of the sea should do when she is not at her duties but during when she has free time to take her leisure on the ship,” she adds with a somewhat melodramatic and grand gesture which would almost seem pompous if she wasn’t behaving so sincerely with her intentions.
"I like to talk with Jiro and tell him of my day and how the Lady has moved and any adjustments that need to be made to keep her swift on the water. I take some time to eat, relax, speak to the crew and Variel, and then focus my thoughts before I retire. When I am not at the wheel during the day, I am lookout or practice with my weapons and speak with Neko."
She nods and pounds her fist on the gunwale with enthusiasm.
”Ah! Your path is best, I deem; and for your words my heart is glad to know the truth of it. Now I am content that my own desires are aligned with correct actions!” she says eagerly.
Then she launches into a brief re-cap of what you just said, however, you think that she may be misinterpreting your intentions somewhat, despite her enthusiasm for what she seems to think you do on your downtime...
”Thus it is said from your own lips that when your formal duties are conducted that you put aside your your toil for a time. Then you retire with comrades and fill yourself with hot food and strong drink. Then, when your feasting is complete you fling yourself under the coverlet of the naked sky, with only the stars as your blanket and the ship as your bunk!”
She seems to be warming up to her retelling of your words, her enthusiasm getting better of her, perhaps; yet she doesn’t stop there.
”Then, your belly fill and your mind at ease and your true friends sprawled around you like lounging pharaoh's reclining on linen couches, you and your companions swap tales of mighty battles and grand adventures that would make even the gods cringe at the audacity of your heroics!" she continues, leaning forward a little, as if caught up in her own rendition of what it is you do in your downtime.
"And then, when you are done with such trivium then you dismiss your allies and call forth your mate and you take him into your hot embrace and exchange the taste of the sea spray for his lips and the caress of the ocean wind for his hot touch!” she adds in a matter-of-fact way which seems to suggest that her somewhat adjusted assumptions of your evening duties are the only way that they could be.
”And if this is not enough, then when you have naught else to do under light of the Great Father above, for you do not always spend your time during the day piloting the mighty vessel we stand upon; well, then, when you are not sailing the ship in daylight by your own words it is clear that you are not idle – but rather, as you said - you spend your hours honing your talents with your weapons so to better slaughter your enemies and win renown; or perhaps, in a quieter moment, you pause to share hushed whispers with this mysterious Keeper Of The Dead who shines like a golden flame to banish all those walking corpses that dark necromancers would summon from ebon pits of the Underworld to threaten all the goodly folk that walk under the Great Father!” she says with a nod at Neko, the apparent "Keeper of the Dead" she referenced in her somewhat elaborate opinions on what it must be like when you practice with your weapons or talk to your cat.
However, it is clear that this is legitimately what she assumes your life is like when you're not sailing the ship.
”Ha!” she lets out a loud bark of harsh enthusiasm and her stance widens somewhat and she seems a touch more confident besides you, as if her perceptions of your actions – no matter how askew others may think her ideas – is the only way to see what you do while you are not piloting.
It’s possible that you could try to explain things to her in a more clear way; but somehow you doubt she’d see it any other way than the way she already suggested. You almost feel like she seems to think you’re somewhat epic and legendary; perhaps because she doesn’t know any other females from her homeland who can sail a ship this large, or perhaps she is impressed with your skill in battle.
But who can say?
Meanwhile, other than her awe for you she seems to think Neko is almost like a supernatural guardian of some sort, and even though she is eager to pet and play with Neko, she also now a trifle hesitant; clearly not wanting to upset such a mighty beast as he!
Rain gazed out toward the lowering sun, knowing her time at the helm was coming to a sure close.
"If I can bestow any part of my experience as a pilot onto you, then I will be happy to do so. You may watch, and, when we are not in combat, I will let you take the wheel to watch and appraise your skill and make any necessary adjustments to my teaching. I am earnest in my evaluations, Little Sister, but fair. I will not coddle you, but will give guidance and praise where and when necessary. Do you wish to continue on the morrow?"
She looks at you and nods, but her expression is a trifle less enthusiastic.
”Indeed I do. And do not mistake me; for though my words may seem grim and prosaic at best; I assure you that inside my chest beats the heart of someone whose actions behind the wheel shall match the passion that you yourself have for sailing.”
”Yet matched with that passion is a discipline; the same I use for the sword and killing – I shall endeavor to learn all you can teach me and shall certainly impress any who witness my study, for it is a truth that I am an apt pupil,” she adds sincerely.
”But it is also a truth that I must do what I can to push myself to learn. For my hatey-a’ has warned me that our time together is likely to be short,” she adds somewhat sadly.
”Soon we may find another ship. If that is so, then we shall likely part company. The second ship shall certainly need a captain; and who shall lead if not the Magi who is now… now married to the Lady of Tidewater Rock,” she says, and you see her eyes turn the color of deep waters behind layers of dark ice.
You are not sure, but you suspect that Amen-set is not wholly pleased that Master Dhaavan has married; and while she knows the only honorable thing to do is to challenge this woman and kill her so she can claim her man properly – you suspect that she is under strict orders from Horatio to not kill people who are helping you, even if it is the wife of a man she wants for herself.
Naturally, to her the “request” of her hatey-a’ is seen as a “command” and though she does not pursue Dhaavan, she certainly does her best to give him space lest her passions spill over and she does something… improper.
”In any case; on this ship it is likely that your mate shall remain and be called “captain” and you shall be his pilot and your companion, the fox-man; he shall travel with you. The second ship, if it is found, must have not only a captain, but someone who is skilled at steering the vessel. Of course, my hatey-a’ shall travel with the Magi captain; to keep both ships equal, yet I do not know where this priest shall travel yet...” she says, likely referencing Adular.
Then she waves her hand and continues.
”Naturally,” she adds, somewhat loftily ”I myself shall be as you are to that captain; a pilot for that ship, and so I must learn quickly all there is to know of how a pilot acts with her captain,” she adds, and nods at you sagely.
This seems to make sense; if you get another ship than it is likely that Variel will continue to captain the first vessel, and you and Jiro will remain with him. Meanwhile, it is likely that Dhaavan will probably captain a second vessel, if you find one, and that Horatio will move to aid Dhaavan, and of that Amen-set will be the pilot of that vessel, as she is training for it.
However, it occurs to you that in addition to being a use to Horatio in that plan, if things coincide with how they are on this ship – in which the captain and the pilot have developed a relationship, then it’s probable that she might think that perhaps that condition is likely on other ships, too…
However, despite what may be an alternative motive to her plans, you’re certain that she’s wholly committed to her genuine care for you, and that she also will respect you as a teacher. Further, she also is wholly committed to Horatio as her surrogate father, and she won’t do anything to intentionally embarrass him.
On the other hand, if being true to her adopted sister and her surrogate father doesn’t conflict with her private plans and ambitions, she clearly sees no reason why she can’t have her cake and eat it, too!
Adular breaks through the waves, carrying a heavy burden, the body of Dhaavan and he lays it on the shore in front of Amen-set, "Apologies, miss for the shock. I bear sad news along with the source of said news," His normal smile is gone, "The first mate was slain,a nd while we seek treasure aplenty to restore him by cleric or scroll later, Flynn has said you'd watch over his remains and guard them. I hope that's the case." Realizing she will want to know more he adds, "The monster that slew him is now dead as well, in no small part due to Dhaavan's power. It will not be coming back. I would tell you more, but I must return to them."
As Adular comes from the waters bearing the body of Dhaavan he sees Amen-set on the beach near Neko. She has the musket over her back and is humming softly to herself and does not see him at first.
When he approaches, she turns and her face goes white at Dhaavan’s body; but she says nothing for now.
"Apologies, miss for the shock. I bear sad news along with the source of said news," His normal smile is gone, "The first mate was slain, and while we seek treasure aplenty to restore him by cleric or scroll later, Flynn has said you'd watch over his remains and guard them. I hope that's the case."
She looks at Dhaavan; her eyes like ice, and for a moment she would ask for Horatio’s health as well, but Adular has allayed that concerned by explanation. She seems to be in a state of shock, however; but the priest continues to speak in the same calm, patient manner.
Realizing she will want to know more he adds, "The monster that slew him is now dead as well, in no small part due to Dhaavan's power. It will not be coming back. I would tell you more, but I must return to them."
She stares hard at Dhaavan, her eyes twitching and her face hard and she speaks to him clearly.
”Et reviviscant; magno animo accedat. Pugnabimus sicut cito caelum et infernum, et non erit, ne fiat!”
”You shall live again; great heart. We shall fight as one soon; and not heaven or hell shall prevent that from happening!’
She pauses and looks up at Adular.
”Thank you, priest. I honor you for your courage and help,” she says, then crosses her hands over her breast and presses her palms against her chest, and drops to her knee; saluting Adular.
After a moment she stands.
”Tell me, priest; what of my senet?” she asks him, her voice tight, her eyes still on Dhaavan.
”She who steers the mighty ships you sail upon… What of her fate?” Amen-set asks, clearly also worried about her friend Rain, too.
As she waits for the answer, she quickly rummages on the beach and heaps a small bundle of driftwood into tiny pile. She takes a small, clay jar from a belt pouch. Then, as she stares at Dhaavan, she absently points her hand at the driftwood and a torrent of flame bursts from her palm.
The damp wood ignites, despite the moisture in it; and it burns up almost instantly.
Before it is fully consumed, she tosses a few splashes of some oil from the little clay jar and a sweet, pungent smell rises from the fire even as it dwindles and slowly dies – the fire having burned up the wood almost completely.
At this time she presses her hand into the smoking ash; and if it is still hot or burning, she seems to take no notice. She kneels down beside the smoldering ash and takes the soot into a little heap on her hands and then begins to draw small signs and symbols on Dhaavan’s face, muttering in a strange tongue.
"All of the others are tired, I've tended to the worse of their wounds, and we maybe awhile yet as we search for the treasure to pay for his return. But thus far, they're alive and well. I must get back to them though" He answers and departs.
"All of the others are tired, I've tended to the worse of their wounds, and we maybe awhile yet as we search for the treasure to pay for his return. But thus far, they're alive and well. I must get back to them though" He answers and departs.
She glances up from her work and stares at him.
"May the Great Father bless you and keep you, priest," she says to him with a tone of respect, yet it is also laced with tension for Dhaavan, as if she believes that time is short.
"You have brought this, his khat to me; for that I shall not forget. But fear not, for my heart says that his Sekhem is strong and though his flesh may be wounded, he is not yet done with this realm," she adds with a firm voice, then continues to paint the strange runes on Dhaavan's face as Adular leaves her, still singing - or chanting - in her native language as she works.
"Besmara guard his soul through the sea of return," He adds, and is gone.
When they get back to the beach, the following two images are rough ideas of what Amen-set looks like with Dhaavan; and what she’s done to him (for any that are curious) –
Crude idea of paintings done on Dhaavan’s face
Basic idea of Amen-set Next to Dhaavan
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At some point Variel takes the time to have a private discussion with Horatio about his ward. Hoping to approach this casually Variel grabs a bottle of rum and pours the doctor a shot and himself one as well. Horatio, I have been meaning to ask you about Amen-set. I know that she is from a different culture and I can respect that. However I need you to do me a favor if you will. She is not an officer of this ship even though she is a valued member and quite capable in her own right. Still, I can't have her giving orders or allowing others to come aboard. That is the responsibility of the officers of the ship or whomever is left in charge if we are off ship.
You know her best. Is this something that I should try to explain to her or would it be best coming from you?
Horatio, I have been meaning to ask you about Amen-set. I know that she is from a different culture and I can respect that. However I need you to do me a favor if you will. She is not an officer of this ship even though she is a valued member and quite capable in her own right. Still, I can't have her giving orders or allowing others to come aboard. That is the responsibility of the officers of the ship or whomever is left in charge if we are off ship.
You know her best. Is this something that I should try to explain to her or would it be best coming from you?
Horatio says nothing for a moment, as he listens to Variel speak, pausing only to light a smoke as he considers a reply.
”Well, I did actually have a word with her about that, truth be told. I don’t think it will be a problem in the future. It seems she might have waited for others to do the offering, but she was just so eager to get Dhaavan back to the living that she kind of pushed the issue direct,” he says slowly.
”She’s kind of sweet on him and I think she wanted him back among the living as soon as possible. Said something about how if his spirit was hovering about and waiting to interact with us that she didn’t want it to wait longer than it needed to – or something like that.”
”Anyhow, I think that was a pretty unique case, though; but, like I said, it shouldn’t happen again.”
He takes a long tug on the smoke, his eyes troubled and he leans back and studies Variel for a moment.
”But, as you breached the subject, I’m kind of looking for someone to offer advice on a thing about her,” he adds, a frown on his face.
”Now you know that she’s a minor priestess and fairly handy when it comes to bargaining, at least – well, she can be,” he says slowly.
”When we found her Adular wasn’t with us and we needed folks who could heal.”
”I figured she’d be a good fit on this ship; seeing as she could haggle prices pretty well, and we could use back-up healing.”
”Since she’s been aboard I’ve been spending a lot of time working with her; training her and such. I won’t say I dislike it, to be honest, it’s kind of nice having a different voice to talk to now and then. But the thing is; that’s time I could have been doing other things.”
”Those last fights we had weren’t as easy for me as they could be – I’m not great at shooting into combat yet; I hadn’t learned the trick on account of the fact that I was working with her so much.”
He shakes his head, the frown still on his face.
”Now I’m going to be blunt – I don’t think that she’s well-liked by much of the crew. They get pissed at her most of the time when she opens it mouth, it seems, and when she does things to help, even using healing spells on wounded people… Well, most of them don’t even thank her or seem to give a damn. On top of that she’s generally ignored by nearly everyone – except maybe Rain, Dhaavan and recently Adular; though that was touch-and-go for a little while.”
”Anyhow, I like her. I think she’s interesting. I’d like to see her grow and develop because, well, I don’t know… I just do. But as it stands it looks like it’s going to be a long, long road before she can be as useful as I hoped. ”
”But I think maybe that’s being selfish of me.”
He taps the ash off the cheroot and takes another draw.
”For better or worse our missions can’t be all about what one person likes or wants. We got to put the team first, or we all die.”
”So this is an advice question; I’m not clear on what to do, that’s why I’m asking…"
He shakes his head and decides to try another tact.
"Look, if she stays I know in my gut she’ll always have to be weaker and more ineffective than anyone else on this vessel, to the point where having her tag along in a fight is almost a liability. She will not be able to learn fast enough to have her help us on most direct missions, more’s the pity.”
”Plus, all the loot that goes to equip her I got to pay for her out of my own pocket; that’s damn expensive for someone who’s never going to be useful to the company in a direct fight.”
”Finally – and this is the most important part – while it’s true that I like her and I’d like to see her grow and develop, because I think that’d be really a wonderful thing, that’s only my opinion. That’s what I’d like; it’s not what everyone else likes or wants.”
He takes another pull from the smoke.
”So as much fun as she is for me to talk with or to, as much potential as she might have for the crew and as much time I’ve spent training and working and developing her – I will put all that aside if it would be better for the group.”
He looks at Variel with a clear gaze for a long while.
”Sorry for the long speech; but the thing is – what I need to know, one way or the other, is your opinion about keeping her around.”
”I mean, this isn’t a game, this is life or death. I can’t keep hauling someone around for my personal amusement or pleasure or fun; the point is, she’s either an asset to the team, even if it’s just to chat or talk to, or – despite my thoughts on the matter – she needs to be cut loose. Then I guess I can go back and spend my training on something that helps optimize the team better,” he says throwing his hands in the air - as if spending his time training to be an "optimized" team member is not what he wants or will even enjoy; but it is clearly something that he's prepared to do if it will be better for the group, at least when it comes to Amen-set...
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Variel listens thoughtfully to what Horatio was saying. While he has never spent too much time with Amen-set before he did not wish for her to leave either and he tells Horatio so. She is your ward and you are an officer of this ship. As such you are free to keep her around as you would like. While it is true that some may dislike her or not you are never going to get her to please everyone. Some may take for granted her abilities to aid us much like some take for granted that Ambrose is going to cook for us and Rain and Jiro pilot the ship. she has proven to be an aid and help which is all that we could ask of her. It is precisely that she has been an asset that I am even approaching you right now. I would see her remain but instructed as to the workings on a ship. If you tell me that she has already been instructed as to how to behave then all is said on the matter and I will forget about it.
Variel contemplates Flynn for a moment though at the second half of his talk. I can not tell you what to do about her safety. We are in a dangerous situation and can not always be able to keep an eye out for her as you think we may have to. She does not have to come with us on excursion or lead in the van of a battle. With her abilities to heal it would be better to have her remain in the rear already. But as for the cost of equipping and training her versus her assets that is your choice to make.
Variel listens thoughtfully to what Horatio was saying. While he has never spent too much time with Amen-set before he did not wish for her to leave either and he tells Horatio so. She is your ward and you are an officer of this ship. As such you are free to keep her around as you would like. While it is true that some may dislike her or not you are never going to get her to please everyone. Some may take for granted her abilities to aid us much like some take for granted that Ambrose is going to cook for us and Rain and Jiro pilot the ship. she has proven to be an aid and help which is all that we could ask of her. It is precisely that she has been an asset that I am even approaching you right now. I would see her remain but instructed as to the workings on a ship. If you tell me that she has already been instructed as to how to behave then all is said on the matter and I will forget about it.
Horatio thinks a moment, then absently offers Variel a smoke, if he wants one.
He stares aft at the island looming behind them and says nothing, pondering something.
"So let me say it another way... During that fight I might have been more useful spending my time training on how to shoot into combat better. And if she had been with us, she could have hung back and done things to aid the fallen instead - but she didn't come, of course," he muses.
"I guess what I'm saying is that - if I had to do it all over - and you were me, knowing what you know now... Well, do you think that she is less handy to the party then a more optimized training, or would you let her go... If you were me?" he says, still not entirely sure what to do.
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Variel looks out to sea as he ponders what Flynn has asked of him. slowly speaking as if trying to reason it out himself with Horatio, I would probably keep her Horatio. She has a purpose with us and has helped us in the past. Her place with us is tricky as you say. In the back hopefully she could stay out of harms way. If she was there perhaps Dhaavan would not have died as she is an accomplished healer. In that regards she is very valuable.
Sighing as he is still thinking this through. My only concern as captain was that she understood her place and did not compromise the safety of the ship and the crew. I have not spent much time with her as she deserves as I have been pulled in so many directions that I am afraid I look past her until something makes me take notice. Unfortunately it is not always the right time to notice either.
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Variel lets out his breath in a slow quiet exhale. this was not what he had expected at all when he asked Jiro if he was happy or not. He thought it might be the nearness of Dhaavan's death or the experience of him coming back changed. This was something entirely new. Not the best still expressing himself or analyzing his own emotions it was hard to know what to say. Yet he had to say something to not seem like he was brushing Jiro off. Licking his lips and taking a drink of water to by him a few more seconds Variel is finally ready to speak. I understand you Jiro and can empathize with you as well. Rain is a blessing in more ways than I can even fathom right now but the best is that we are both elves and have an opportunity to not see one of us wither away of old age before the other.
Variel stops short, this is probably not what you want to hear though is me talking about myself and Rain. What I meant was that such companionship can be found in the most unlikely places. There could be a gal in the next port who catches your fancy and before you know it you are sailing the ends of the earth for her. It could be there is one among the crew, now or future, that a chance interaction leads to something more. There is someone out there for you Jiro I know it. I mean, if the gods have seen to it that we are the one to possibly save Golarion then surely there is a person for you to save specifically. Have faith Jiro. I have faith as well, in you to find the right person who is meant for you.
Seijiro shrugs and sighs a little... "Just seems like I'm the only one alone among you all... Dhaavan is married, with Amen-Set all moon-eyed over him and now soul bound to yet a third, and Adular with Sandara, and you have Rain...Don't get me wrong, I'm not jealous, I'm just lonely, and seeing you all with each other just seems to make it lonelier. I'm glad you have faith I'll find someone but in the meantime it feels hopeless... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to bother you with any of this, but you asked... I... think I'll go to my cabin now if you don't mind... I need to be alone. Excuse me, please." He slips his knife back in it's sheath and heads for his quarters.
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Variel watches Jiro slowly walk away feeling that he said the wrong thing. He had meant to cheer Jiro up but it seemed that his words had the opposite effect. Perhaps Jiro did need another of his people here. they were not common in this part of the world but still Variel vowed to himself that should they run across a kitsune he would do what he could to try and convince them to join up. Then perhaps with some proximity and a shared background Jiro would get his chance.
I would probably keep her Horatio. She has a purpose with us and has helped us in the past. Her place with us is tricky as you say. In the back hopefully she could stay out of harms way. If she was there perhaps Dhaavan would not have died as she is an accomplished healer. In that regards she is very valuable.
Horatio nods his head slowly.
”I agree with you completely on that point. Hell, she could have been at the back of the company and at least been tapping everyone in the group who got hit with that damn wand and left Adular free to do some real heavy hitting.”
Then he gives Variel a small, almost sardonic smile.
”But what can I do? The gods seem intent on forestalling her progress… I didn’t want to risk her neck in those caves. Hell, as it stands she may have gotten herself pinched by those sharks or that damn she-devil we had to fight before we beat that boss,” he adds with a shake of his head.
”She can’t take that kind of heavy hitting right now; which means she’ll likely be dead if we get hit, and I don’t want that. If she gains some more experience or if she gets a little hardier, then yeah, I’d take her along on more caper’s with us. But as it is now… I don’t know.”
”But the point is; you aren’t pissed with her and you seem comfortable to have her around. I got to say, I’m pretty relieved on that point, for a while there I just wasn’t sure what you were thinking of her.”
My only concern as captain was that she understood her place and did not compromise the safety of the ship and the crew. I have not spent much time with her as she deserves as I have been pulled in so many directions that I am afraid I look past her until something makes me take notice. Unfortunately it is not always the right time to notice either.
Horatio tugs on his ear a little, a bit of a frown on his face.
”Well, about that…” he says slowly.
”I’m not too sure about much of her history, hell, to be honest, she isn’t really either; she says most of her memory was lost to her. I mean, she has some recollection of her past; but I figure she remembers enough that fighting and combat is something she likes a lot, if not loves outright…”
”She doesn’t seem to give a tinker’s cuss for titles or positions or ranks; at least, that’s how it comes off most of the time. The only thing she really seems to give a damn for is courage and combat. Hell, if I didn’t know better I’d swear she was some kind of Paladin,” he says with a dry grin.
”Anyhow, that’s why I figure she likes Rain so much; she calls her senet which I think means “Sister”, or something like that. I think she likes that Rain is a woman who’s fierce, fights and kills and has a pretty important position on the ship; kind of like a role-model or something like that. Hell, to be honest, I figure that she kind of sees the rest of us ‘men-folk’ as naught but Rain’s underlings,” he adds rolling his eyes.
”My point in all this nonsense is to say I think it takes a little for her to open up to people; but generally, when she opens up to them, she tends to be pretty serious about her loyalty. Give her a little time and pretty soon she’ll do right by you, too,” he says, clapping Variel on the shoulder.
He seeks out Flynn's ward and beckons, walking with her in silence to the bow. Amen-set, I apologize for being so distant. I have not been ignoring you, although I've not had much that I should say. But I see you, Amen-set. I see what you've done for me. Do not think you are unappreciated. Dhaavan stares out at the darkness between the stars. I just don't know who is going to be saying what to my wife. Dying, seeing that the end is coming, that the joke's almost over; it changes you. Changes how one approaches things.
Still looking out over the bow he notes, If looks could kill, well, if they could kill without some serious magic behind them, I think you might have at least given Anasrianna pretty wretched nosebleed, maybe even a headache, glowering at her like you were. Here's the thing, that "Fate" that brought us together, our "kinship", the bond she and I apparently share... It's all leading up to a punchline. Something bigger than any of this is laughing right now. I know what I am, and if this is my True Self then it is telling, but not in the way most folk would think. He looks at her now, his new gold-flecked eyes occasionally catching the light taking the look of smoldering brimstone, You have no reason to be jealous. Several reasons not the be, The least of which being that while she's certainly a striking woman, my priorities may be a little different than most men. Feminine affection is not something I pursue as an ends. More than that, I doubt she's interested, and the better she'd get to know me, the greater the disinterest. He looks away again,
And she was fluster and hit with a barrage of questions, and then there was ME and who can help but find me terribly distracting. She wasn't ignoring you, she likely didn't know how to respond to you, and then of course I have a bit of a conniption fit.
Then she turns her gaze to stare at Dhaavan and this new caster, then she looks at the others and finally turns back to Rain again.
”Yet I tell ye truly senet; I am loathe to stand as ally to any that willfully reject my friendship,” she says with a tight voice.
She then turns to look at Horatio thoughtfully again, and then her gaze moves to Anasrianna and a sudden small frown is on her face.
Dhaavan does seem to get lost in the sky as he speaks and goes silent when he mentions cracking up before summoning the pack of Hounds.
Amen-set stares up at his face and his eyes, watching him speak.
When he mentions his wife her eyes grow flinty.
”Bah! You speak of your wife, eh?”
”Firstly, I do not wholly believe she is bound thus to you. Indeed – you did not truly love her and in fact you married her only for necessity. Further, as your mortal flesh has perished; is, then, that marriage even still binding?” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand.
She waits for an answer about her assessment of “Until Death; do us part…” but then she continues to talk.
”I tell you truly that after you had married this woman I felt it was not overly bad; for you had gained title and status besides. This was a good thing; but why did we not take the next rational step? For, of course, it seemed clear in my mind that with your new title that it would have been best to have killed her outright. After all, with her dead and you alive then your title would be secured for all time and, further, you should be free to pursue anyone which your heart desires,” she says in a matter-of-fact voice.
She turns away and a frown is on her face.
”But nay; it was prevailed upon me that freeing you from the horrors of forced bondage and allowing us both to pursue the passions which give life pleasure is not how things are done in this company,” she adds with a somewhat sarcastic tone to her voice.
It seems clear that while such esoteric concepts as freeing you the “forced bondage” of an unwanted marriage and “pursuing the passions which give life pleasure” that come from at least giving her life pleasure appear to – at least in her mind – outweigh such trivium like murdering the hostess which granted you safe conduct in cold blood.
However, she continues speaking; though this modest insight to the naïve way that she stacks the slaughter of those who stand in the way of herself and those she cares about when it comes to things like personal freedom and joy are yours to reflect upon.
She moves a bit closer to you and stares up into your eyes searchingly, as if trying to read your expression or possible try to ascertain any negative effects on your person which dying may have left on you.
”Yet it is as you have said – you have died and gone beyond to the Other Side… You have seen great and powerful things in visions of epic battles and the chance for glory.”
”Further, as you stood before us all you called forth beasts of other realms. And I? Did I not see the flame which licked about them and caressed them with the Inferno of the Great Father, even as their faces mirrored Anubis himself?” she says, referencing when you summoned the Hell Hounds.
”Others may dismiss such omens but they are fools!” she says with a softer and more intimate voice as she moves closer to you, her hand on your arm.
”For Anubis is assuredly from the Underworld even as those beasts were… Yet they were wreathed in flame and from their insides belched fire – and what is fire but the gift from the Great Father above? Assuredly it is clear to all who have eyes to see that your creatures were a perfect union between Light and Dark; the Overworld and the Underworld; Shadow and Flame; aye indeed – two sides to the one whole…” she continues as she leans in to you, her face close to yours, and for a moment it seems as if she may embrace you.
But then her eyes go hard again and she pushes away in frustration.
”But all of that is to be put aside; for now you have some pert godling who sinks the ships of our enemies and then rises from the sea to speaks of her “bond” with you and her “connection” with you and how you are both are as kindred spirits,” she says, her teeth grinding for a moment as her hands clench in tight fists.
”And – of course – were I to challenge her to single combat for your hand it is likely that I should perish; yet were there justice and I were to stand triumphant over her flesh, my hatey-a' has once again prevailed upon me that doing such things as dueling another which stands in the way of my heart’s desire would be… improper,” she says the last word with open contempt and her eyes flash as she stares into the horizon.
Therefore, it seems that perhaps Amen-set may be less upset with the fact that this new person is ignoring her and is probably a bit more upset that you have a seemingly unending line of ladies that manage to get in front of her.
She also seems to think it is a natural course for a warrior to challenge suitors to a duel for the hand of the one that they care for. Indeed, in her mind, fighting for the hand of a lover seems almost noble or even “Chivalric”, even if she was to fight and be killed, because what better way to prove her feelings for someone she cares about than to fight for them?
But, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), it seems that Horatio has informed her that while such policies may be the way “knights in shining armor” do things; while she follows him she needs to stow those opinions as they’re not how things are done.
Meanwhile, as she stands on the side of the ship staring out to sea with the wind blowing in her hair she behaves as if such an expression is somehow dramatic or even tragic – in a grand and poetic sort of way – unfortunately, her somewhat overly dramatic tendencies seem as if they’re compromising this pose somewhat.
To many people her overt words and actions might paint her as almost some dangerous creature of the wild who is “stalking” her prey. But you’d know enough about Amen-set by now to realize that she’s generally more bark than bite and though she’s jealous of the women in your life and she may have a lot to say about the (and generally most things) – in the end you're sure she’ll respect your wishes.
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Rain getting ready:
Watching Variel until he closed the door, Rain, now fresh and clean, moved to her pack and withdrew a few items she would need to prepare herself for the evening festivity. She was slightly nervous -- wanting to please Variel in how she looked but not wanting to appear lesser in the eyes of her crewmates.She removed the tricorne from her head and placed it on the chair by the desk. She took the small steel mirror and propped it on the desk and using her brush she worked the bristles through her blue mane until it felt smooth and soft curls formed at the ends. She decided to leave her hair loose for the celebration.
Removing her clothes, she folded them and then unbuttoned the top of the dress and stepped into it carefully, lifting it over her form. It seemed to fit very well, except the bodice was a little lower cut than she was accustomed to (displaying more of her décolletage than she would normally in public) and the hem rode a little higher above her ankle due to her height. She did the few pearls buttons up and smoothed down the shiny material of the gown, which seemed to cling to her form. She had no perfume to adorn her neck or wrists, so her own fresh, clean scent would have to be enough. She lifted the exquisite diamond necklace and set it in place about her neck (she removed and placed the amulet of natural armor around her wrist and secured it there for the night)-- Rain took a look in the small mirror and marveled at the jewels for a few seconds. Not having any formal shoes to go with the fine dress, Rain wiped down her boots, shining them with the cleaning cloth and laced them in place beneath the gown. She pinched her cheeks to bring some color to them and then she took a deep, nervous breath.
Not wanting to dally any longer, Rain took one last look in the small mirror and then turned to leave the cabin. Weapons had no place on such a gown, and so she begrudgingly left them in the cabin with her other belongings.
As Rain stepped out from the cabin looking for Variel there was at first no sign of him. Then she spotted him and realized why she did not notice him immediately. Gone was the traditional garb that Variel typically wore. Instead Variel had spent time looking for his own new outfit for that night. He was with a few of the crew talking and drinking away the time till the celebration was to begin. It was only a few shorts seconds before he looked up and noticed Rain had arrived. Immediately making his excuses for leaving he hurries over to Rain, eyes trailing down the dress admiring everything. Stubbing his toe as he approaches he stops just short of Rain he stands there and with mouth agape, Wow, Rain. I don't know what to say other than 'wow your beautiful.' I thought that dress would look good on you but I did not expect this good. I don't think I am going to let you get more than 2 steps away from me the entire night. Normally more reserved around the crew and less prone to drinking you notice that the drink is still in his hand and you might wonder if the crew gave him some stronger stuff than normal what witht he celebration about to start.
Rain's eyes noted Variel's own attire for the evening and she admired him silently for a few seconds. His reaction to her in the dress and jewels made her cheek's flush and she wondered at the cup in his hand and what he was drinking to free his tongue so with ready admiration of her in front of his sailors. Still, she enjoyed his reaction to her appearance - it made her feel more confident and beautiful.
Rain smiled, taking another step closer to him and touched the silver fur of his cloak, running the silken fur between her fingertips. "You look very dashing, my love, and I would be proud to be by your side all evening long." She wondered what Neko would make of the low-cut dress and if the cat would chastise her via their telepathic link. Rain pushed the thought aside for the time being.
"What are you drinking, there, Var?" she enquired softly so the other men would not think she were nagging her lover, who also happened to be the Captain.
Once Variel answered, Rain politely excused herself and moved back into the Captain's cabin and retrieved her pike and the Zul trident and brought them out on deck, placing them against the barrels by the main mast. She felt too vulnerable without her weapons - it was a simple precaution lest something went wrong during the course of the night and they came under attack. When she was done, she returned to Variel's side. The dress felt strange and silky against her skin as she moved. She would have to be careful not to tear it or dirty it during the course of the night.
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Variel beams at Rain as she approves of his clothing. I had hoped you would like it. Nothing too gaudy. I didn't want to be an embarrassment to you if I was to be by your side the entire night.
Seeing Rain's gaze drawn to his cup and her inquiry, Variel gives a shrug, I honestly don't know what it is. The men were drinking it and offered me 1 when I went past to go change earlier. It went down so smoothly that when I came up I figured I would have another one. It doesn't burn on the way down but once it hits the belly it warms you up quick. It is a far cry better than that rot gut they tried making us drink on the Wormwood. Where they got this stuff from I don't know. Perhaps Ambrose let them into the storeroom to start the celebration a bit early. Draining the cup and looking back to get another 1. I don't blame them at all either.
When Rain goes to get her gear should they be attacked Variel does indeed get a refill.
He has had too much to drink already, Rain mused silently. He was older than her and she could not hardly scold him like a naughty Elf child.
When Rain returned to his side, she brought with her a waterskin filled with water. She vowed to watch over Variel and slow his consumption of Ambrose's special brew. He had tripped earlier as he had approached her -- unlike the Variel she knew. The drink was smoother than the rotgut forced on them on the Wormwood, he had said, but that probably meant it was more potent, too. When he put his mug down, she would subtly move it aside so it was not in ready reach of his hand. She understood celebration, yet she would not permit him to become so inebriated that he could barely stand or think.
"Let us take a stroll around the deck, Variel, while the others finish their preparation. Here, have some water", and handed him the skin filled with fresh water. If he refused to drink it, she would teasingly place it to his lips and convince him to drink.
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With his drink still in hand he notices Rain coming back to him. Moving back to her side less some crewman try to finagle his way there Variel offers Rain some of his drink. In exchange it seemed she offered him the waterskin. Chuckling at the difference Variel does indeed take a large gulp of the freshwater before setting the skin down. when Rain offers to take a walk Variel acquiesces and escorts her around the ship talking to crewmen while waiting for Horatio to start the festivities with a bang. It is a crisper evening compared to what we are used to. For your sake I feel it only best if I hold you tight so you don't catch a chill.
As Rain countered Variel with the water, he offered her his drink. Not to appear rude to the crew milling close by, drinking, she took Variel's cup and sipped lightly on Ambrose's special brew. The heat hit her belly and spread and had she barely swallowed it.
As they walked and Variel seemed relaxed and talkative; he made passing commentary as to the chill of the evening air and that he would protect her from the elements with his embraces. Rain laughed low and full at the comment -- it catching her unawares as she worked at keeping his drinking to an acceptable level.
"Indeed, my Captain, do what you must. But was it not you who chose this delicate, light dress for me to wear this night? Are you already regretting your selection?" There was playful gleam in her turquoise eyes as the light ocean breeze lifted her long, loose hair about her shoulders.
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Variel stops and holds Rain at arms length for a moment. With a returning twinkle in his own eye, I am not regretting it at all. In fact I chose that dress because is was going to be a bit cooler as it would give me the prefect excuse to have my arm continuously draped around you. I just Hope I don't have to defend you against the entire crew if they try to mutiny and one of them claim you for himself. Continuing to look at Rain Variel continues, Men have fought over much less than your charms and beauty. Let any man try though and they will regret their attempt.
Again, her laughter filled the space. "Let any sailor try to take me as their own and they shall know my bite, love." There was a blue fire in her turquoise eyes. Rain, at arm's distance, pulled away a little more, and gave a slow twirl, so Variel could feast his eyes on all of her.
She stopped and looked into his sea-blue eyes. There was something in his tone when he gave his warning to any who would try take her from him. It sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She was enjoying his attentiveness.
Rain moved back to him, until they were so close their bodies almost touched. Her voice was a soft whisper, "Nothing will part us this night."
And as far as Agasta goes? For one thing, whatever I am, I'm a man of my word, when make a bargain I'll keep to it. I'll put this in no uncertain terms. Tidewater Rock is my wife's. My marriage, my contract, is what makes Tidewater Rock mine, and in return for that, I'm hers. I can't say I really mind that. I've never really had a home of my own, and now I have a castle, a Title, I have people. It's great, and I even actually quite like her. She turned me lose to slaughter to my black-heart's content as vengance for the attack on our ship. he notes with a grin and a shrug.
When he continues, his expression and voice are still calm and casual, but his eyes smolder like ignited brimstone. The other thing about the contract is that she's Mine and I don't like it when what is mine is threatened. The lands are my wife's, and if something happened to her I dont' suddenly get everything. But more importantly, she's mine.
His eyes burn, unblinking, calm expression belaying the potential explosion of violence, of which Dhaavan is certainly capable. I told you before, I could only hurt you. I don't get those feelings of passion, in fact i don't feel most things the way you, or anyone really, feel them. But what i do get is that what's mine is mine. You don't threaten MY wife. his voice is low and cold, barely carrying to Amen-Set.
As Variel waits for rain to get ready, he says to he captain, Cap'n I caught a glance of that number you are intending to put her in, and i got some bad news for ya, he says, looking Variel up and down, Even as gussied up as you are, she's gonna be thoroughly upstaging you, Cap'n. But at least you're not gonna look to out of place beside her...Hmm Dhaavan throws up a little prestidigitation to style the captain a bit more.
Dhaavan, while making the rounds chatting with everybody happens to catch up to the elves. He gives a low bow and doffs his hat to Rain. Ma'am I like to think I'm a fairly charming and eloquent gentleman when I wish to be, and I must say. . . I'm at a loss, no word adequately describes you this evening, he says with a smile. Then glancing at the captain, for a moment he continues, The dress really is lovely, the diamonds make an impeccable complement... But I've not had occasion to see that particular smile, worn so openly and freely.
He claps Variel on the back You should make sure she wears it often, Cap'n. It suits her, as I'm sure you can tell.
And while he can't really compare to you, Dhaavan adds, to Rain, The Cap'n's pretty adorable right now. You two make me even more excited to go home! he says cheerily, appearing genuinely ecstatic that his friends are so happy.
At Dhaavan's approach and his courtly bow, Rain turned and greeted the resurrected sorcerer, still marvelling his new face and form. "Good evening, sorcerer." Somehow along the way, Rain had stopped readily referring to him by his given name; instead favouring him by his craft. It amused her and he did not show any sign of annoyance. He and Variel were so very different in her eyes, but they had formed a solid, loyal friendship. She respected that.
At his compliment to her pretty attire and jewels, Rain smiled and inclined her head in gratitude. "Variel surprised me with this gown and jewels. If you see such a smile on my face it is because Variel thought to do something as lovely as this for me and we have this time to simply be together, among friends. And aye, Variel is most dashing tonight." Rain's turquoise eyes glistened in the growing twilight as she looked upon her Elven mate with obvious desire and pride.
Remembering the sorcerer beside her, Rain turned her gaze back to Dhaavan and smiled coyly and enquired, "How are you enjoying the merriment this night? And, are you missing Tidewater Rock and your Lady wife?"
To think I used to believe I understood women, but you and Adular are the one who seem to have an idea of what you're doing Dhaavan days with a chuckle.
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Variel gives his first mate an anxious look when he says there was a problem. Then as Dhaavan got the better of him as he finished explaining Variel's expression changed from a look of worry to a large grin. Honestly Dhaavan I don't think it would matter at all what I would wear as no one will be paying any attention to me if Rain is nearby. As Dhaavan helps get him ready for the night with some prestidigitation, Thanks for the help.
Variel at first wishes to pawn off any praise from the charismatic sorceror but relents. Thanks for the compliment Dhaavan but in regards to Rain I think that is an understatement. While the dress does look alluring on her I have a feeling that Rain could make any outfit look stunning.
When Rain refers to her expression and why Variel fidgits a bit uncomfortably. I should do something like this more ofter for you my dear but unfortunately I am thick headed sometimes when it comes to romatic gestures. Turning to Dhaavan Variel gives him a feigned pained look. Really I don't know how she ever puts up with me or what i did to deserve her. He then turns and gives Rain a large passionate kiss. Clearly he is feeling freer tonight than normal as he does usually do public displays of affection.
Turning to his first mate after separating from Rain's lip with a cheesy grin. Don't worry Dhaavan, you will be back home soon to your wife. Spying Amen-set at the forecastle, In the meantime I am sure there others who would keep you company tonight.
"Amen-set, honestly, if you tried to challenge Anasrianna, yeah, she could kill you, but more than likely she'd jsut tell you i was all yours, far as she's concerned. She jsut tell you not to let me do anything too stupid or terrible and drag her soul down to some unspeakable hell with me, and not to get too far away from her, what with the whole, we are too far apart for a month and we die? Dhaavan shakes his head, But no, She's not competing with anyone. My actions just have a consequences for her is all."
Amen-set bristles somewhat about the suggestion that it was - "More than likely" - that Anasrianna could kill her, but before she delivers an elaborate response at that point, Dhaavan proceeds and reminds her that such a thing is unlikely because this “bond” is more out of necessity rather than any sort of “romantic” attachment.
She seems somewhat relieved by this comment and some of the tension leaves her eyes. However, Dhaavan continues to speak about her suggestion that he might profit from killing Lady Agasta outright and thus permanently inherit the title Lord of the Rock; instead of for only a year.
”I told you before, I could only hurt you. I don't get those feelings of passion, in fact i don't feel most things the way you, or anyone really, feel them. But what i do get is that what's mine is mine. You don't threaten MY wife.”
She says nothing for a moment, but then responds with a deep and throaty voice.
”Quis autem est, qui venturus est mors noceret mihi…”
”Death shall come to any who harm what is mine.”
She stares hard at him, even as she understands clearly his implied threat to her person for suggesting a practical conclusion to his marriage. However, rather than be angry or bitter at his words, a strange, knowing smile creeps over her lips as she stares into his eyes.
”Well spoken,” she says, the accent from the language she spoke a moment ago still in her voice.
She slides the collar of her tunic back somewhat from her neck and tips her head back, exposing her throat to his gaze.
She pulls a bronze dagger from a sheathe hanging from her belt and presses the hilt of the weapon into his hand.
”Hearken, then! I tell you truly that I do not fear pain nor death; aye, I fear only a life in which I am forced to turn aside from what my heart longs for most… Do what you will, then,” she says, staring into his eyes as she waits for him to act.
He hands the dagger back to Amen-Set, Threatening self harm to try and manipulate me isn't going to work, so don't bother with that tactic. Quite frankly, it's beneath you.
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Even though the celebration was over for Variel he could hear the crew still partying on the deck. He had a feeling that they would not quit until they collapsed in a heap on the deck somewhere. Smiling as he made his good nights he slipped his arm around Rain's waist as he escorted her to his cabin. Once at the door Variel opened it with a gesture and incatation as he picked Rain up in his arms. High from the night of celebration and fortified by the drink he consumed Varielpaused at the door to give Rain another passionate kiss before crossing into their room. Kicking the door behind to give them privacy VAriel carried Rain over to the bed laying her gently upon it with 1 arm under her supporting her still. Leaning over her he looks at her radiant curvacious form with a hungry look in his eyes. Well my love, was the celebration up to your standards or do we need to continue the party here? As he asks his free hands slowly traces down the perfect curves of her waist and hip.
Rain listened to Dhaavan as he explained the breadth of his concern. She could not imagine being dead and then being brought back to life. Indeed, this connected him to three women, now. And his wife would surely have to be an understanding woman to accept it all.
"It is good that you show sign of concern for your Lady wife. I cannot deem to wholly comprehend your soul connection to Ana, yet be steady and kind as you explain it to Agasta and give her some time to realise its significance. As to Amen-set, the girl loves you and that too must be understood and resolved. She is young, headstrong and driven by her emotions. When you married Agasta it could not have been easy for Amen-set, unless she explained it away with logic. To do otherwise would mean she would have her heart broken. In truth, I was not happy when I thought Variel would marry Agasta for position and duty and was relieved when you married the lady. It is good that Ana does not seem to want you as the other two women do. Agasta may have remarried to give the Rock a lord protector, yet you can see your wife wants you. You have been given this second chance at life. What you would do with it is your decision alone. Just be ...kind to those who love you. Or be as kind as you are able to be." Rain smiled for she had spoken with a seriousness that overshadowed the celebration around them. "Be merry this night, sorcerer."
Really I don't know how she ever puts up with me or what I did to deserve her. He then turns and gives Rain a large passionate kiss. Clearly he is feeling freer tonight than normal as he doesn't usually do public displays of affection.
Variel's words had pleased her anew. When he grabbed hold of her and kissed her deeply in front of Dhaavan and the other crew, Rain gave into the kiss for it had been some time since they had shared such intimacy for Neko would permit nothing more than a chaste kiss or embrace. When Variel pulled away to speak again, Rain missed the touch of his mouth on hers and reined in her inflamed desire.
Her eyes scanned the deck for Neko. She wondered where her cat companion had wandered off to, but knew deep in her heart, Neko was not far.
As Variel made his formal farewells, Rain collected her weapons by the main mast. She would not leave them out during the course of the night. Then Variel had returned, took hold of her by waist and together they walked to the Capatin's cabin. She had just managed to slip her weapons inside the magically opened door, when Variel picked her up and carried her inside. Then he kissed her, as passionately as before on the deck with Dhaavan. She met his kiss with equal fervour -- responding to him and his touch instantly.
When he deposited her gently on the bed and looked upon her with a hunger that thrilled her anew, Rain watched him, her breathing growing a little harder as her desire flared into being. His question drew her senses back just a little, and she answered him in soft, throaty voice, "The celebration was a success, yet, I would see it continue here between us, alone, for the rest of the night", and sighed as his free hand touched her waist and hips. Raising her head, she sealed the declaration with a searing kiss, pressing herself unto him.
OK, first of, I don't speak draconic, so you're going to need to translate that for me, and second," he raises the dagger up, flips it in the air and catches it by the blade. He bops her the forehead, exactly like he did to Sandara the day before stop that. When I said I'd hurt you, I meant if hurt your feelings because that's what I am and what I do. Can't help that. And I'm not threatening you, there is no 'or else'. I'm giving you an order. Agasta is mine, so cut crap, or someone will eventually take it seriously.
She stares into his eyes after he bashed the pommel of the dagger smashed into her head and presses her hand against the bruise. When he gives her orders her eyes widen somewhat and then gives him a strange smile.
”Oh but of course... To hear is to obey,” she says as she stares at him, a strange glint in her eyes as she presses her hand against the bruise.
He hands the dagger back to Amen-Set, Threatening self harm to try and manipulate me isn't going to work, so don't bother with that tactic. Quite frankly, it's beneath you.
She chuckles low in her voice her eyes still focused on his.
”You mistake me, Imi-ib, I would never seek to manipulate you,” she says, sliding the dagger back into the sheathe.
She stares at him for a while longer; her smile now looking somehow coy as she again presses her hand against the bruise gently.
”Sleep well, then; may your dreams be fruitful,” she says, then heads below.
As she takes the stairs down below, Dhaavan opens his mouth to reply, but has absolutely nothing to say, so he tries again. Lips pursed, then, about to speak, he raises a hand to punctuate a point and again there are no words. After his third attempt, he gives up and leaves his jaw hanging open, brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what just... Wait, no... But, huh???
The Hells was that?
As she takes the stairs down below, Dhaavan opens his mouth to reply, but has absolutely nothing to say, so he tries again. Lips pursed, then, about to speak, he raises a hand to punctuate a point and again there are no words. After his third attempt, he gives up and leaves his jaw hanging open, brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what just... Wait, no... But, huh???
Variel at first wishes to pawn off any praise from the charismatic sorceror but relents. Thanks for the compliment Dhaavan but in regards to Rain I think that is an understatement. While the dress does look alluring on her I have a feeling that Rain could make any outfit look stunning. . . .
Dhaavan chuckles, Well, I'll leave you to be allured and captivated, Cap'n. It's just good ta see ya all doin' well.
Turning to his first mate after separating from Rain's lip with a cheesy grin Variel says [b]Don't worry Dhaavan, you will be back home soon to your wife. Spying Amen-set at the forecastle, In the meantime I am sure there others who would keep you company tonight.
When you married Agasta it could not have been easy for Amen-set, unless she explained it away with logic. To do otherwise would mean she would have her heart broken...
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... You have been given this second chance at life. What you would do with it is your decision alone. Just be ...kind to those who love you. Or be as kind as you are able to be." Rain smiled for she had spoken with a seriousness that overshadowed the celebration around them. "Be merry this night, sorcerer."
Dhaavan's eyes widen slightly at Variel's suggestion, and he goes quiet, smiling a little as Rain mentions his wife, but he shakes his head. . . Yeah, my wife's kinda specifically put her off limits, which may be for the best... I don't know what's going on with that girl or even... how to be kind to her. But hey, Tonight's a celebration!
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The cat begins to, ever so slowly, stalk forward. //How dare you touch her before you are wed! Have you no decency?!? Once you give yourself to him he will leave you! Sullied and unloved!! After he has had his way, all the while with declarations of love, he will discard you like so much trash!//
While this is going on, you see her form flickering between cat and young woman in clothes from a far bygone era. The woman only stays in place for fractions of a second before the form of the cat returns. As the mental screaming progressed, you are able to see that Neko is sobbing uncontrollably. Even more astonishing is that you were able to hear her clearly and without breaks. Looking over at Variel, you can see from his expression that he heard her as well.
Neko's clear voice filled her mind with a clarity that was astonishing after all this time of broken speech. Rain saw how Neko stared at Variel and regrettably breaking contact from her lover, Rain moved into a sitting position, ready to defend Variel if the cat moved to attack him.
Hearing Neko say the things she did -- how Variel would leave her if he had his way with her ... But she and Variel had already lain together -- before they had discovered Neko. She wondered if the cat was not aware of this... yet Neko's reaction seemed more human-like than that of a feline.
When Rain saw, for a moment, the young woman's form appear over the feline, Rain's breath caught, and looking to Variel to gauge whether he saw and heard what she had, it appeared that he had.
Rain shifted again, trying to regain her composure and bank her ignited desire for Variel, and moved slowly from the bed to the dark corner where Neko stood sobbing.
Rain made soothing sounds and sat down on the floor beside the cat and gently rubbed her golden fur. "Do not cry, Neko. Variel will not treat me so falsely", Rain spoke softly but out aloud. She did not ask the cat about the young woman for now...hoping to do so once she had calmed down the cat enough that it would stop sobbing and would not harm Variel in anger.
No! My poor Keeper of the Dead - here :(
Neko, as a human woman, was jilted by her lover, after she gave her body for his life... Rain was struck by this betrayal and revelation and grew somewhat self-conscious in the cabin they had shared since Neko's arrival into her life.
//The one you loved was false and fickle and I wish it had not been so. You were not foolish. I am sorry, Neko. Yet, not all males are this way. How long have you been a cat? And what is your true name?//
She continued to gently pet the cat's golden fur, not knowing if it was rude to do so now knowing that Neko had once been a young woman.
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Variel was angered at the interruption by Neko. That foul feline was nothing but trouble when him and Rain wanted some privacy. Variel had had enough and when Rain got up off of his arm he stood as well. It was only after Rain started moving to Neko that it dawned on him that he could understand the cat. His anger was causing him tosee things though as he could have sworn he saw a flash of a woman curled up there instead of Neko.
Through the dialogue with Rain and Neko Variel understood some of it but his blood was up and he was frustrated. Variel spouts off at the cat with more anger than normal given the situation and the interruption. I am not your lover. Don't accuse me for his faults or your failure in judging him. I am my own person and if you can't accept that then get out of this cabin.
Variel does not want Rain to leave though but fears at his words he just ruined any mood in the room.
Before Neko could answer her questions, Variel had risen from the bed, ready to dress down the cat from the look on his face.
Rain heard and understood Variel's frustration. Her body was still thrumming from their earlier caresses and other intimacies. She did not blame him for shouting at her cat companion, yet felt the pull to soothe both parties and bring some peace to their strained/fragile relationship.
She stood up from the floor and moved to Variel and touched his hand and cheek, before taking a position between Elf and cat.
"I do not want there to be this discord between us three. I love you both and wish that you could see the best in one another. Neko, the past is simply that and you cannot imagine Variel to be as false and vicious as your old lover. This man that swore his love for you, tricked and then abandoned you was a scoundrel, most assuredly. You deserved far better."
Rain stood there in her delicate, fitted dress and the diamond necklace still around her neck. Her hair was tousled from lying on the bed but she did not care about that now. She eyed her lover and her cat and Rain did not want to be placed in a position where she had to take sides and she hoped it would not come to that. Variel had every right to ask Neko to leave his cabin. Even me for I am only guest in this space, Rain mused silently.
When she drags Dhaavan our to the dance-floor, he takes Anasrianna's hand and gives her a twirl, and signals to Rosie to give him a fast and fun tune.
He takes a couple steps, and whips them into a spinning dance, stepping closer then back more dancing around her, and guiding her in twirls, pushing and pulling to guide her in a rollicking dance, from arms length, disguising any grace she may be lacking with a flurry of motion, laughing all the while.
You seem to be having fun here with us. The officers really a fantastic group of folk, as are most o'the crewmen. You'll do well here, it's a good place to be, and good people to be crewed with. Hells, I trusted em, and by the sound, they were gonna go find a priest to try bring me back had Imot not sent ya our way. Real true folk right? They got a good notion about me to.
He takes a more severe and serious expression. Take some time, get to know the crew and officers. I know you're stuck here with me, but you don't have to sign on with the crew. You'll be treated right and we'll look out for you, but if you sign on, your family. It's a commitment and a responsibility that I take very seriously. So let me know if you decide to. I'll be happy to have you, but only if that's your wish, aye?