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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 9, 2020 17:53:41 GMT
Ceutinde followed the look with her own eyes. "I should. What about you? Seemed to be getting on with Herneiros earlier. Perhaps you should see if he'd like to sleep with a roof over his head tonight." She nudged the younger elf with her elbow, smiling.
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Jul 9, 2020 18:04:42 GMT
Herneiros took hold of her hands and turned her to face him directly. "No. You are not a madwoman, merely possessed by one. Or perhaps she is the host and you her conscience. But there is nothing wrong with your brain. I know monsters... and you are not one."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 9, 2020 18:19:05 GMT
Ceutinde followed the look with her own eyes. "I should. What about you? Seemed to be getting on with Herneiros earlier. Perhaps you should see if he'd like to sleep with a roof over his head tonight." She nudged the younger elf with her elbow, smiling. Kjell was momentarily confused about the correlation there, but she figured it out, or at least thought she did. "Oh," she said, and glanced back once more to Justine. And Herneiros, holding her hands. She chuckled a little and looked at the dark sea. "But then where will I sleep?" she asked. Rhetorically. |
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 9, 2020 18:29:42 GMT
“No,” said Justine, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. “It’s me. She hunts me. I don’t know anymore.” She breathed in deeply, releasing the breath slowly. When she finally looked up at him again, she was calm and her eyes were focused. “I appreciate your belief in me. Thank you, Herneiros.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 9, 2020 18:31:07 GMT
Ceutinde was well aware it was rhetorical, but placed a hand on Kjell's shoulder and told her quite earnestly, "Probably on top of him, unless you want to suffocate under that stone wall of a chest. If you need any help with what goes where, I don't usually give remedial courses, but it's an exceptional circumstance."
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Post by Kjell Ó Raghallaigh on Jul 9, 2020 18:41:43 GMT
Ceutinde was well aware it was rhetorical, but placed a hand on Kjell's shoulder and told her quite earnestly, "Probably on top of him, unless you want to suffocate under that stone wall of a chest. If you need any help with what goes where, I don't usually give remedial courses, but it's an exceptional circumstance." She ran her palm up and down her face and looked at Ceutinde before pushing herself up from the railing she'd been leaning on. "You think you're funny, don't you?" she asked, smiling a little despite herself. |
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 9, 2020 18:42:11 GMT
Meanwhile, Silvia realised that the precious scale was still lying on the deck. She called to two sailors.
"Come and help me take this thing below. It will be safer there." And she wanted to take a closer look at it as well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 18:48:51 GMT
The sailors nodded and lifted it to take belowdeck. As the torchlight hits it, Silvia sees the pattern the serpent had made whole departing shimmer across the scale momentarily.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 9, 2020 18:53:46 GMT
Ceutinde turned to follow Kjell as she pulled back, ending up leaning back on the rail, still smiling. "Probably more than I should. Usually gets people to lower their guard. But I'd truly prefer you not suffocate under that remarkably well-sculpted torso."
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 9, 2020 18:55:36 GMT
The sailors nodded and lifted it to take belowdeck. As the torchlight hits it, Silvia sees the pattern the serpent had made whole departing shimmer across the scale momentarily. She sucked in a breath as she beheld the pattern, then led the way below. "Where is the safest place on this vessel?" She asked. |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 19:04:01 GMT
The crewmen looked at each other. “Probably Lady Ceutinde’s cabin,” one said. “None of us ever been in there anyway. And we get everywhere.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 9, 2020 19:09:27 GMT
"Alright. I'll-" She almost said she would pick the lock, but she didn't want the sailors knowing about that aspect of her life, so she quickly amended her sentence to "I'll talk to her when she's not otherwise occupied. In the meantime, we'll take it to my cabin. I will keep it safe, believe me." She felt a little thrill at being so close to such a treasure.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 19:14:15 GMT
The sailors looked at each other then shrugged. “Whatever you say ma’am.” Clearly they thought keeping a two hundred pound scale larger than her cot was a somewhat silly idea in her little monastery nook, but they chanted “huphuphup” as they went to her cabin and Tetris’d the scale diagonally into the room so it could fit. “We got spare room if you need a new place to say,” the taller sailor said.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 9, 2020 19:28:02 GMT
She eyed him to determine whether he was worth a night of her life. "Maybe. But remember, if I say yes, you get to boast to your friends that you spend the night with the Skylark of Bastion. What will I get?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 19:35:59 GMT
“The satisfaction of knowing no one will believe me anyway?” He said. His friend laughed and stumbled away, drinking rum from a skin.
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