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[P]  Fair Winds, Following Seas

Offline Sarai May 16 2020, 3:30 PM
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Traveling the Ballasburn continent with a teenage drake had not, perhaps, been Sarai’s best idea. Masai was too big to hide easily and too young to make for a straightforward riding experience. Mostly she walked, relying on the sight of an Eximius and a drake, regardless of their condition, to be enough to frighten off most of what might bother them. Masai seemed to find this amusing, more than anything else, if the rasping sound he made whenever she commented on it was anything to go by. She knew they were a good team in a fight though, and they made enough coin off the odd jobs they pulled together to keep them supplied with the bare necessities and the occasional treat.

Regardless, she rarely tried to bring Masai into town, especially not ones as bustling and overflowing as Damesne. He would get irritable and that often caused him to act out in the way of teenagers of every species. She kept his summoning whistle hanging on a sturdy silk cord she’d braided herself and tied around her wrist, just in case she needed him, but she’d stashed him in the brush near a small pond so he could get some rest while she went into town. She didn’t need him making that judgy clicking noise he always made whenever she bought something with their money that he considered frivolous anyway. It was often hard to tell exactly how much of his behavior was meant to tease her and how much was him wanting her to stop giving away things he felt belonged to him by virtue of her belonging to him, but if she had to guess, it was mostly the latter, as he rarely complained when she bought little crystals and thin gold chains to braid into her hair for decoration, but always rattled at her when she bought cherries that she finished off in a day.

Sarai shook herself as she strolled through the market, keeping an eye out for some little trinket she could bring back to Masai to appease him. She was mostly here to buy new clothes, which he never minded, but she had also set aside some coins for a few good drinks and a dinner she didn’t have to cook herself. He could always smell her nights out on her when she returned, and if she had to hazard a guess, he got jealous that she usually came home smelling of a cologne or perfume that definitely didn’t belong to her. But sometimes Sarai needed to remember what it felt like to talk to another person, and even if he didn’t really understand it, Masai had learned to only grumble a little as long as she brought him presents.

She shopped her way down to nothing but her dinner and drinks money fairly quickly. A little reckless perhaps, but she didn’t like carrying too many coins when they were out on on the road, and Masai almost never parted with his, so hers tended to get spent down quickly. After leaving the last shop, she paid for a room and a bath at a nearby inn, and quickly washed the dirt and grime of the road off her skin and out of her hair. She felt better almost as soon as she had washed up and tied off the cords of the tight bodice that compressed her chest and bared her midriff, shimmying quickly into the loose pants she’d just bought. She threaded her belt through the loops of the pants at her hips and reattached her water flask and money bag, tucking her knives back into place carefully. Sarai sighed with relief and set about redoing the braid in her hair now that it was mostly dry, deftly threading her chains and stones in amongst her dark hair. Once she felt properly put together again for the first time after weeks on the road, she headed back towards the pub she’d spotted while wandering about town. She ordered right away, already feeling her stomach growl at the thought of dinner, and retreated to a seat in a far corner of the room where she could easily observe those who milled about the establishment. Hopefully a little people-watching would keep her mind distracted long enough to enjoy her meal.
Offline Sis Lautna May 21 2020, 6:26 PM
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If there was somewhere that set her more on edge than the ports of Svalbard, it was surely Ballasburn. She could bandy about how most of the eximius off their rockers were somewhere like Giruvaga or even the boats of her chosen nation, or how she'd already survived a good chunk of the world that'd be happy to rip her skin from her back given half an opportunity. All of that could be true and still not compare to being on an entire islandful of the people engineered to kill hers on sight. The willingness of those people to be involved only made it worse in the pragmatic dire’s opinion. If it was the madness that drove them, no social convention or sense of mercy would hold them back from trying to rip her head from her shoulders.

And frankly, she felt like she was being used to trawl for that shark in the school of fish.

Still, a job was a job. She was pretty sure she’d pissed in somebody’s beer to make this happen to her, but the meeting point for this spot of business wasn’t her choice. And something was STILL bugging her nose. Some faint trickle of a smell, familiar in the crowd of stranger medicinal scents. She tended to listen to that little poke of awareness when it happened to her, long used to shit she ignored lunging from a blind spot if she didn’t bother to give it the respect it deserved. Narrowed eyes scanned the street before she slipped sideways to lean against the wall searching, watching, analyzing. She wasn’t ashamed to say she had a crowd of her own people about her here, as little good as it’d do her if one of this bunch decided to snap. But it made her feel a little more at ease and damn it, sometimes appearances were enough to change the tides of a fight if for no other reason than scare tactics. The firmly ignored voice of reason derided that shitty logic, deliberately dismissed facts of eximius madness one she knew of.

Fuck it, she’d make it work for her. She wasn’t moving until she figured this out, meeting with whoever the fuck aside. It drove her nuts, and whoever it was had just been in this street. All she had to do was watch the shop doors and the street around her until whoever it was poked their head out.
Offline Sarai May 21 2020, 8:04 PM
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Sipping the last of her drink slowly, Sarai’s keen gold eyes scanned the space for anyone who piqued her interest, but she wasn’t really feeling in the mood for all the usual small talk that came with a new face tonight. As such, her interest fizzled quickly whenever her gaze landed on one of the other patrons. If she wanted to talk about nothing at all, she’d just as soon practice her Scritt with Masai alone. At least then she would be too irritated by the challenges posed by the new language to be bored.

With a sigh, she set her mug back down on the table and pushed herself to her feet gracefully. If she wasn’t in the mood to go looking for a friend, maybe she’d just spend some of the money she’d planned to spend on drinks to skip over that part.. She counted out the coins for her meal and moved over towards the bar, resting her forearms on the counter and leaning forward to catch the bartender’s attention. She had to admit, being surrounded by other Exi as she was here could be at times soothing and disconcerting. People’s reasons for signing up for the experiments had been as varied as the day was long, and she was far from the only person who hadn’t been given a choice, but between the madness and those who had gone looking for blood, she never quite knew where she stood with another Exi until it might as well be too late. That said, it was nice not to worry about keeping her head low or her eyes covered. Being able to walk freely without the knowledge that too much pride in her posture or too little care in her words might well be striking fear into those around her was a relief.

She paid her bill and spun around lightly, feeling all the better for a belly full of good food and good ale, and left the pub. She let a smile creep over her lips as the city hummed with life around her and stepped out into the street.

Something flashed past the edge of her vision, a just barely noticeable warning of what might come next, at the same time as a fragile whisper bubbled up and burst over her skin, breaking her six month streak of staying firmly entrenched in her sanity. By the time the delicate lattice of whispers touched her lips, she could already taste salt on the air around her.

Sarai turned quickly, dancing back a few steps to put distance between herself and the movement that had tugged at her instincts. When she looked up, she found herself face to face with none other than Sis Lautna, looming powerful and imposing as ever in the darkness of her hiding space. A delighted grin flashed across Sarai’s face as she recognized Sis, and she laughed brightly. “Well, well, well, look who’s come to play!” She observed dryly. “And where’s your shadow today, darling?” She made a show of looking around for the dark-haired Mini, keeping one eye on Sis at all times and using the joke as a chance to look for easy exits. She wasn’t a starving and grief-striken girl in chains anymore, but that didn’t mean she liked her odds of getting out of another fight like their last fully intact. But hey. The only thing Sarai’s boredom was better managed by than a night of good company was the rush of a good fight. And Sis was still the best fight she’d had in years.
Offline Sis Lautna May 26 2020, 4:58 PM
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The minute she picked that scent out of the air and got the chance to match it to a perfectly (inhuman) balanced face, her lip curled back. Now she knew what it was that tugged at her instincts and hollered for her attention. A grudge, long unsettled. It’d been some time since she’d seen this sorry piece of hide, warped as it was from its human base. The name bubbled up from her memories, even as the crew of greenhorns and gunners clustered about her at the interloper in their rough and tumble midst. Sarai. Last time she’d seen this one, it’d been right before she’d given Mini a concussion and vanished like a thief in the night. Before Midsummer’s Moon had made port, even.

Even the hint of the begrudging admiration is not enough to overwrite the vendetta she held for Mini. It may have been her job. It may have been an expected occurrence to get banged up every once in a while. It even was that Mini had been overly hurt, a minor concussion and a black eye the worst of her right hand’s bad day. But at the end of the day, Mini was HERS. Her crew, her partner, her little devil at her back. Hers to protect and hers to avenge. No one touched her crew.

She still grinned a greeting, raw and unconstrained and genuinely enjoying herself. But there was an edge of menace about it, something hateful, the lurk of a bird of prey using the sun to hide its form. As far as she was concerned, Sarai was very, very lucky. Even she was not such a fool as to start a fight here. Not in this hive of eximius that would see her crew slaughtered for her vengeance. She made no attempt to disguise her feelings, either. Let the bitch fear her, if she would.

“Don’t see how that’s any of your business, friend. How’s life been treating you?” The sentence was flatter than most people expected of her and the few closest to her exchanged wary glances, well used to her expressions and turns of phrases. Friend... wasn’t one of them. Coryzans were a fair judge of the tides on the whole, and while Sis hadn’t exactly pull a knife and lunged, it was as close as she got without making the motion. That alone was enough to make the pirates around her nervous, even if her body language stayed as open and friendly as ever.
Offline Sarai May 27 2020, 8:26 PM
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Sarai frowned, feeling a bit put out by Sis’s measured response. She’d been hoping that either the outwardly genial pirate would have moved on from her grudge by now, or at least that she would take a swing at Sarai and they could get it out of both their systems now. It wasn’t fair for Sis to be both annoyed and too self-composed to pick a fight. “You’re upset with me.” She put her hands on her hips, watching the figures behind Sis shift their weight nervously. They could read the situation as well as she could, and she pressed her lips together, disappointed. Have it your way then. “Come now, I wouldn’t have hit your girl if you hadn’t put those horrible chains back on. And anyway, I couldn’t have hit her that hard, could I?”

She could have, she realized horribly. She had hardly been in any shape to accurately judge the amount of force she was using, given everything that had happened, but she had been fairly sure…. For all that she tried to mask the genuine worry she was feeling that she might have badly hurt the dark haired human, she had the irritating sense that Sis would notice anyway. God forbid anyone think you have feelings, her brother’s voice prickled at the skin of her shoulders, full of amusement. Shut up, she thought back, and could swear she heard him laughing from behind her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and she tilted her head to the side, running through the fight quickly in her mind. No, she thought decidedly, She was definitely just a bit stunned when I hit her. “I was quite sure all she’d get was a nosebleed, but if I was wrong I suppose that’s on me. Would it make you feel better to return the favor? I’d hate to leave things on such poor terms, darling, it would be a shame for a pretty lady with a great right hook to be unhappy with me. I won’t try to stop you, and if you’re worried someone else will intervene, we can even move out of the way somewhere.”

She clasped her hands behind her back with a playful smile to show she meant it, no longer interested in trying to escape this situation. If Sis was still nursing a grudge out in the world, that meant that any time they crossed paths, it would make problems for Sarai, and given the Dire’s impressive fighting skills, that was a possibility Sarai didn’t want to leave room for if she could avoid it. Better to have it out here and now so that it wouldn’t come back to bite her later. Besides, she really did think Sis was pretty, all softness, smiles, and witty comebacks over a core of steel and determination. Not that Sarai was stupid enough to say that part aloud. Probably best for everyone if Sis thought of her as a fun sparring partner or not at all, even if the thought disappointed her some.
Offline Sis Lautna May 29 2020, 12:23 PM
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There is something in limbo in the set of Sis’ jaw, the cool tone to her eyes belying the still bright and sunny smile. The pull of a tide, vanishing in the horrendous silence before the tsunami hit back with that full force of a thunderclap. She is absolutely still while Sarai talked, deceptively open and friendly in the way she held herself. Sarai got some small flicker of her eyes when that slip of genuine feeling made itself known, but it was quickly followed by some sort of...defiant protest on the exi’s part. And she was RIGHT, honestly. Mini hadn’t had much more than the mild concussion, to be expected with a knockout like the one Sarai had given her. A sour mood that had lasted for weeks longer had been the only lasting damage.

It WASN'T tit for tat with Sis, though. Not with her crew.

The offer was interesting, and her head tilted as she considered it, a few stray locks of hair slipping over her face. The dire smiled wider, cheeks bunched in an eye hiding grin, toothy and bright. And way, way too stiff. “I might just take you up on that, sweetheart.” With that, the wave broke. Permission and witnesses both. Any that came at her could and would face the full measure of the consequences that she would rain down on them like lightning and thunder, the full wrath of the storm. Her hand was sinuously quick as she swept forward and into Sarai’s space, long fingers reaching for a handful of those shiny black locks.

She was not stupid enough to think the eximius couldn’t resist her pull if she wanted, but there is something snarled and thorny in her, crying out like the baying of a bloodhound regardless. Blood for blood, pain for pain, you touched my fucking crew and you’ll live to regret it, you bitch. If and when she got that handful of hair she was looking for, she was going to fold Sarai double in a savage pull, that stupidly pretty face smashed off one of her knees like a stone.
Offline Sarai May 29 2020, 3:44 PM
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When Sis’s expression changed, for the span of a single heartbeat, Sarai considered regretting her offer. But by then it was far too late, and Sis’s fingers tangled into Sarai’s loose braid with a grip like iron and rage, and Sarai slowed her breath dramatically, forcing her every muscle to relax to hopefully reduce the damage of whatever brutal attack Sis was about to deliver. The feel of Sis’s fingers tight at the base of her skull sent a thrill of adrenaline surging through her, and then Sis pulled with such force that Sarai knew damn well it wouldn’t matter if she tried to fight back or not.

Sis’s knee swung up to meet her face with the same force that her arm pulled Sarai’s head down to meet it, and when it collided, she saw stars and tasted blood. The blow rattled her skull and set her teeth on edge, pain rocketing through her head and shoulders, and she dropped to her hands and knees in the dirt, breathless with it for several seconds.

Finally she managed to draw in a deep, rattling breath, and her chest heaved with the effort of it as the pain spread and her body shuddered. She kept her head turned down towards the ground, her eyes fluttering closed as she lifted a shaky hand to her jaw gingerly and checked to make sure Sis hadn’t broken anything. A wordless howling shriek rose up behind her eyes but she swallowed it back tightly, clenching her hands into fists against the ground until she was sure she still had control over her own muscles. Slowly, she lifted her head, gazing up at Sis intently and wiping the blood from her mouth with the back of her arm. “Well met then, darling.” She panted out.

Darkness tugged at the corner of her vision and she tried to push herself to her feet, but her body betrayed her and she collapsed back to the ground with a moan of pain that she strangled in her throat rather than allow herself to add that much more weakness to herself in front of the Dire. She blinked purposefully a few times, chest still heaving with gasping breaths, and swallowed tightly again, keeping her eyes locked on Sis despite her fading vision. Gods only knew what she must look like, her hair pulled loose from her braid by the force of the blow, a bruise already blossoming by her dark mouth, brought to her knees before a Dire and a pirate of all things. If she’d had the breath left to laugh, she might have. Instead she just focused on gradually slowing her breath again and then nodded to Sis deliberately. “What’s next Boss?”
Offline Sis Lautna Jun 7 2020, 2:07 PM
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The wave of rage that crested in her chest began to thin, the overwhelming sweep of it mellowing into a gentle swell, eddies of residual fury circling slowly. The clip of that skull against her knee, heavy and jarring and oh-so-satisfying had gone a long way to making reparations. There would be more someday, but for now, the debt was paid. Mostly. Sis stood over Sarai impassively as the downed eximius panted, a curl of delight one that rose in her belly silently. There was a trickle of blood running down the bare skin of her knee, both from the bloody mouth she'd hit Sarai with and the inadvertent clip of those pretty teeth against her skin. Worth it, worth every second.

'Well met then, darling.' Her smile shone once more at that, tan and tanned skin giving her an almost happy shroud. Certainly more relaxed. "Well met. Fuck, I guess we are at that." She'd hit her with all the strength in her arm that she could muster and she wasn't surprised that the exi is on the verge of passing out. Still, something in her gut twanged disappointment and scorn. Surely she had more than that in her?

At the rough and unkempt look Sarai gave her, unstrung and raw, Sis laughed. One hand planted itself on her hip and she dropped into a crouch, the other arm loosely draped across her knee. Deliberately casual, a clear symbol. If ever they needed to repeat this sort of interaction, it wouldn't be today, not over this trespass. "I can think of a coupla things, but if you want to get back on my good side, it ain't me you need to talk to." If the pretty thing couldn't figure that hint out, Sis would be all too happy to hit her again and knock that brain back into place. She was pretty sure Sarai could take a hint that blunt. "As long as you two get square, we'll be even as far as I'm concerned." And if you don't, I'll fucking kill you.

The impromptu shovel talk given, Sis eased one hand under the still crumpled woman’s arm and stood with her, content to ease Sarai back to her feet for now. More threats could wait until they were needed and she’d gotten her shot in. A bloody good one too, by the look of the bruise blossoming by the corner of her lips already.
Offline Sarai Jun 9 2020, 3:27 PM
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Sarai allowed herself to lean heavily on Sis as the Dire helped her clamber to her feet, satisfied based on the sudden release of tension in Sis’s muscles that she was more or less appeased now. But Sarai’s golden eyes narrowed at the implication in Sis’s words, and she felt a flash of irritation. From anyone else, she would consider this rubbing salt in the wound, but she remembered enough of her treatment at Sis’s hands to know that if that were what the Dire wanted, Sarai would know it. She turned her head to the side slightly and spat out the blood that had pooled in her mouth from the blow, and reached up to rub her neck carefully, working loose the stiffness setting in there with her fingertips. At least this time there weren’t any teeth involved. “I’m not sure there’s anything I could say that would make your pet shadow like me any better.” She pointed out wryly. “I suspect she holds more than a bloody nose against me.

She sighed, testing her balance independently of Sis’s support for a moment before she straightened up and then began the work of fixing her braid. Lasted all of an hour and didn’t even get any compliments on the damn thing, she thought to herself wryly. Shame. She almost pouted as she realized that two of her chains had broken, but stopped herself just in time. It did no one any good for her to be caught up over her looks, not the way she lived, and she didn’t love the realization that a compliment from Sis would’ve gone far towards easing the ache of her jaw.

It wasn’t that she had ever lacked for people who expressed interest in her over the years, but admittedly they had been fewer and farther between since she’d set off on her own. Besides, there was something attractive about the casual confidence Sis had each time they’d met, and the idea of being so important to someone that they would pick a fight with an eximius in the middle of the streets of Demesne was captivating. Sarai wasn’t sure she’d ever been that important to anyone, except perhaps Ria and Avi, but that wasn’t really the sort of importance she wanted these days. She’d had nearly thirty years of being a mother, and now she wanted to be a person, real and whole and valuable independently of who she mattered to. She still wanted to matter though, and she couldn’t quite help the flash of envy that pricked at her skin whenever she was confronted with how obviously Sis cared about her crew and how devoted they were to her.

And yet the idea of settling down somewhere to live a quiet life and build a family felt hollow. She’d drifted along through life for so long, no goals besides those foisted upon her, and she felt compelled to find some sort of purpose for herself beyond just...surviving. So why did she care what Sis thought of her hair or whether she thought of Sarai at all?
Offline Sis Lautna Jun 20 2020, 11:16 AM
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Sis settled in with an easing of that aggressive stance, the hard posture relaxing into something merely confident. That particular scale had been set back to neutral and barring Mini's opinion, it was up to the pair of them how things got weighed from now on. Speaking of… "Eh, it's more between you two. As long as you actually give it a shot. Can't blame you for it if Mini decides she ain't gonna forgive you." The hefty lady shrugged, the matter put to rest in her mind. Never mind that Sis could and WOULD hold a crewmate's dislike as gospel, at the very least Sarai had earned a reprieve. Not trying to weasel out of it had gone a long way to smoothing out that serrated edge of a grudge.

"Square don't mean you hafta be besties, just that you're even." She shrugged, waving a hand to banish the notion of Sarai needing to forever act at Mini's whim or opinion to be in Sis' good books. They were close and Sis loved the sullen woman like a daughter, but she still lived her own damn life. She'd like or dislike who she'd wanted to as long as Sarai wasn't the aggressor. Her crew got the backup first, ALWAYS, but that didn't mean she would mete out her personal brand of justice if it wasn't called for.

"You found your way well enough, I see. You live out here, now?" One thin brow raised in Sarai's direction, the question is a probing one, the compliment curling in at the edges. Despite the wrench it'd thrown into the gears of her day, you had to admit the ball's it took to use a Corzyan slaver ship as your own personal ferry. The eximius woman had guts, that was for sure. What HAD she been up to in those years since they'd last met? Sis found herself wanting to know, a wide grin taking its customary place on her lips, curled and amused.
Offline Sarai Jun 24 2020, 7:40 PM
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Sarai startled slightly at the question, glancing over warily and searching the Dire's face for a clue as to the intention behind it at the same time as her lip curled in barely restrained disgust for just a heartbeat before she quickly masked it. Living here, as if I would ever, the thought flashed through her quickly like a jolt of electricity. Maybe she liked not feeling constantly like a threat or a wild experiment gone wrong, but she certainly had no intentions of living among anyone, let alone other Eximius, for the long haul. "Just passing through." She managed to say, focusing intently on removing the damaged chains from her hair in an effort to appear unaffected. "I've been wandering a while now. Since making landfall actually. Thought I might as well see the world a bit seeing as there's so much of it and I've seen so little. Stopped here for some new clothes and a little company." The last slipped out before she could really stop it and she swore internally, angry with herself for being too distracted by her own thoughts to keep her damn mouth shut.

For a moment she was flustered enough to snap her mouth shut into a frown and look away from Sis and her crew, her hand clenching tight enough at her side for her fingernails to bite into the skin. She could feel a breath of laughter drifting over the skin of her arm and she carefully clasped her hands behind her back, hiding the sight of her fingers rubbing lightly over the Siel there as she turned her gaze back to Sis. "But enough about me, darling, how's the pirate life been treating you? And what's a lovely Dire of Corzya like you doing here in Demense? Did you bite someone you shouldn't have?" The tease was light, but just barbed enough that Sarai hoped it would distract Sis from her momentary lapse in judgement. She hoped it would work or she could practically see the wide, laughing grin that would spread over the Dire's lips, and she didn't really want Sis's crew to be able to guess the way her stomach would flutter in response. It was bad enough to think of Sis herself seeing it. Unless Sis liked seeing it....

Sarai shut down that thought before it could blossom on her cheeks for all to witness, and she bit the inside of her cheek sharply to block out the sound of Avi's laughter against her arm. Instead she put on a gleaming smile like she'd always deployed at her father's dinner parties and lifted her head up a little more haughtily than normal, mimicking the way Masai would posture for anything he wanted to impress.
Offline Sis Lautna Jul 5 2020, 11:22 AM
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The flicker of disgust on her face, there and gone like the flash of a silver fish beneath waves. She cocked a brow at her in a silent prod for more, slyly curious. Was it people that disgusted her so much, or just the idea of living here? Or perhaps something else entirely.

It was followed by a retreat, physically unmoved but no less distant. tucked away arms, a clenched jaw, gaze avoided. Sarai was full of edges, a mess of knives, uncared for and savage in the rusted edges. Sis grinned widely as Sarai pushed back, turning to put the tide of the conversation back towards the dire and her escapades. Unfortunately, it was a reminder of her purpose here, one that called still. Her crew waited still, a cluister of uneasy faces and shifting bodies that guarded the two from the crowds at large. But they too had things that needed to be done.No rest for the wicked.

"Mighta done, yeah. We'll see, I guess. Speakin' of. I hafta get to work, but, if you really want to let bygones be bygones? Swing by the Midsummer's Moon tonight. You, me and Mini can have a chat. A friendly one." She let out a short laugh at the pose and the forced composure, one hand darting in to steal one of the broken chains still dangling from the mess she'd made of the eximius' woman's hair. "Nothing fear from the wolves tonight." With that, she stepped away, only another broad smile and her crew behind her as she strode into the streets of Damesne.

Whether the two met again tonight was up to her.
Offline Sarai Jul 7 2020, 1:08 PM
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Sarai was left, standing alone amid the bustling sounds of the market as it began to transition from daily shopping to nightly entertainment, her heart beating so hard in her chest that she could feel it thrumming in her fingertips, her feet, even in the pit of her stomach. Sis absconding with one of her golden chains sent her mind reeling in a thousand different directions at once and she found herself wandering through the streets for a while, dazed and lost in thought.

The offer was tempting and terrifying all at once. Sarai wasn’t a fool. She knew that, broadly speaking, walking willingly onto a pirate ship alone and unaided, especially when the pirate in charge of it had once tried to sell her into slavery, was an unbelivably stupid idea.

And yet somehow she believed those final words Sis had left her with. Nothing to fear from the wolves tonight. It was a hell of a promise, an assurance of equal footing for once, if it could be trusted. Then again, perhaps Sis had earned that trust. After all, she and her crew could likely have made off with Sarai tonight if that’s really what the Dire wanted. And Sarai had come here for company. For some brief reminder of what it was to be human.

Her lips quirked into a wry smile at the thought of it. Human. Imagine. An eximius reminding themselves of humanity by trusting their life to a Dire. This time, when the laughter bubbled up in her ears, it was entirely her own, and that was enough to settle her mind on the subject.

With a decidedly more confident stride, she turned, her feet carrying her back to the room she had rented for the night. She took a few minutes to get her appearance in order, removing the last of the damaged chains from her hair and tidying up her braid properly in the mirror. For a moment, she caught a glimpse of herself in the glass, her dark hair just a little too wild to be easily tamed by the braid, her lips reddened by the bruise at her cheek, her bright golden skin darker than usual from her travels in the sun and flushed with a hint of red from the way her thoughts were running wild with theories and possibilities. She looked...felt...childish. The worries spinning through her mind, the way she was willing to run to Sis’s side like a lost puppy in need of a treat, the feeling of her belly twisting up inside her as if she were a teenage girl with her first crush, it made her feel out of control. And that wasn’t a feeling she very much liked.

And yet before she could stop herself, she had headed back out into the street and towards the docks. Even in the dark, she recognized the Midsummer’s Moon, and she could feel her heart tighten in her chest as she remembered what it had felt like to be down in the hold, chained up like livestock in the dark, surrounded by the bodies and stink and fear of the other cargo. It was enough that she was shakier than she’d have liked when she sat herself gracefully on a post near the ship, pulling a half finished project of leather cord and small beads out of the pouch tied to her belt. She began weaving the thin strips of leather together, her fingers moving deftly, and with care between the cords. She paused at regular intervals to thread a glass bead into place, alternating green, gold, and red in a pattern. It was enough to keep her attention, to occupy her mind and keep her from panicking too much about what she was doing here, as she waited.

Waited for what? For Sis? For some hard won peace? For the lonely hole in her heart to stop tearing at her chest? For her senses to return and remind her that insanity was one of the only viable explanations for her actions?

She knew the answers to each of those questions. She didn’t have to like them. But here, enveloped by the scent of the salted sea air, listening to the clamor of sailors up and down the docks, remembering the sight of that wide, friendly smile on Sis’s lips, the answers seemed almost irrelevant. Besides, she thought to herself decidedly, if things get ugly, all I have to do is call Masai. I’m not really alone anymore. The thought of Masai was as reassuring as if his massive bulk had curled protectively around her waist, and a rare, true smile graced her lips in the darkness as she wove leather and glass into something more, the beads glittering in the moonlight like the waves that crested behind her. If there was meaning to this encounter, Sarai intended to learn it, one way or another.