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Tasha's dark eyes sparkle when she smiles at the gnome. "I was born out here. But I think you'll find that you aren't the only one uncomfortable to the waves. It takes time, but you'll get used to it." Reaching into a satchel, Tasha's hand roots around for a minute, before pulling out some dried leaves. She reaches out her hand, a bracelet made of bone hanging loosely on her wrist. "In the meantime, you should eat these. They're very bitter, but will settle your stomach."
There was black-silver ocean in every direction as far as she could see, and Tasha breathed it in deeply. She looked out at the clouds in the distance, and felt very at peace now that they had left Absolom. Docking for too long made her uneasy. It was just reaching the point where she was beginning to forget how long it had been since she'd last been on land, and that was the way she liked it. The ocean could be considered violent and unpredictable to some, but then, so were people. More than anything else, though, this was home. From the corner of her eye, she saw Sellas sliding quietly across the ship, and she instinctively felt herself shrinking somewhat. Despite how long she'd been on board the Mist Lady, he had not warmed up to her at all, and the two butted heads far more than she would have liked. It was true that his eyes, glowing and without pupils, gave him better vision than most, but he didn't seem to understand that there was more to the world than what could be seen. Tasha wondered what she would have to do to convince him of her talents, if she even could. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a sound from behind her, but turning, found nothing. Tasha frowned, turning back to the sea. The sun was beginning to rise, and rays stretched across the waves. She smiled and walked across the deck in search of the First Mate. She passes by Dristen and gives a smile and slight wave to the small priest. She often wondered how he felt about being on board a ship with such vagabonds, but had never asked. Between people like Sellas and the...evocative Lady Pumwhisper, Tasha wasn't sure how much he felt he belonged. Commotion from up ahead brought Tasha into a slight jog. She saw one of the larger crew members looking ready to crush a sick-looking gnome. 'Too many passengers,' she thought. It's only the first day and they're fighting already. And that poor little thing doesn't stand a chance.' Pausing only to mutter a quick prayer, she got between the two of them. Speaking to large man she exclaimed loudly, "You know enough to know how the Captain reacts to fighting.' Glossing over what could clearly be seen as a threat, she smiled widely, her dark eyes searching the man's face, and in a whisper she continued. "Consider the interruption a needed distraction, so your friends don't realise how much money you've won off them." she paused. "Besides, a far more satisfying way to get out your frustrations is with the Lady Plumwhisper. Your first round's on me tonight, yeah?" she finished with a wink.
Dotting this. Going to submit an Oracle tomorrow. Annnd here she is. Let's just roll the last bits of health real quick.
Annnnd here's YoricksRequiem's Oracle submission. I still need to figure out Equipment and make another pass on the crunch, but I think it's pretty solid, and the background is in there and such. It's a bit vague because I was starting to write an entire novel out of it. >_> |