"Of course your fortunes will change! You're sailing under Desna's star now! May the Lady of Luck bless our ship's disguise and see us well away from this Harrigan. He sounds like a foul sort!"
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The night after the battle with the Naga, Quara puts in an appearance at the inn. Rather than her usual leathers and blades, the tiefling is dressed in a blue sari, a typically Vudrani dress for women. She walks barefoot, her leather boots abandoned, but the pads under her feet easily their equal.
Without saying a word, the Captain launches into a dance. Slow at first, her rhythm gradually speeds up until she is whirling around the inn, golden eyes flashing from behind fluttering veils of blue silk. Every move is part of a story, every leap part of a tale of battle.
Those versed in the ways of dancing may see that the Captain is miming not just the battle with the Naga today, but the recent mutiny against Plugg and Scourge as she leaps onto tables and tumbles off of them again, her energy seeming boundless...
... until suddenly, the dance stops. Quara casually tosses back a mug of cold water, then leaves the inn as quietly as she had come. Though her chest is still heaving from the exertion and her fur is matted with sweat, she walks tall and proud.
Enjoying a cup of tepid beer, Amaric nearly drops it as he sees his new captain perform. Watching Quara leap and gesticulate, gyrate even, Amaric had never seen anyone move quite like that. Especially someone furred like a striped tiger. Singular, disturbing even. Yet somehow, each tumble around a table, each slide across the floor, seemed to be telling a story. Astounding. Amaric looks around to see if any of the other shore workers are impressed by the display.
Chavakala whispers to Amaric, "Looks like the captain could use a little practice. Too much time at sea. Or more likely too much time on land."
"I think perhaps the latter, Chavakala. She seems a salty seacat to me. Hopefully it means we'll be able to put to sea soon." he says with a wink.
"Me too. Desna likes to keep me on the move. New experiences and all that."
Atajay hadn't commented on his Captain's fancy steps. After this performance, he made a vow not to mention it today either. "Uh yeah, we need more crew so that we can get going as soon as the ship is squibbed. I'm getting anxious to feel the wind of the ocean in my face as well," the sorcerer nods to the others.
Sitting with Amaric and Chavakala, discussing my tattoo that Amaric earlier expressed an interest in, I am interrupted by the captain putting on her little show. Raising a brow, I wonder what has gotten into her "Not bloody captain-like behavior is what I'm thinking." And from the thoughts that Shadow projects into my mind, the raven agrees with that, causing my lips to curl up in a smile, when I realize that I'm not really one to talk about behavior, with my own dislike of rules, laws and regulations.
"I think we have enough to sail now Atajay. Just not enough for a prize crew. Only a couple shy by my count. Maybe we take one more shot at some of the lubbers. We could always take on a couple of the more trustworthy crew from any ships we catch too."
Chavakala will help to recruit more crew if we take another run at it.