Samheen 19th - Early Morning Tide
a warm breeze swept across the Citadel docks as the cusp of tides shifted from Grace to Morning, and a well kept ship bobbed in the water. The letters for 'Djinni's Jewel' were written in human and in dwarvish directly below it long and thin like a line No activity could be discernable on the ship floating silently with a few others. A man in plain clothes slipped unnoticed onto the ship. Another figure emerged, soon after.
He yawned and stretched, scratched low on his back and plopped down on the gangplank with a piece of wood and a knife, lazily cutting away small but exact slivers of wood which flipped some onto the gangplank and some down into the waters of the harbour itself.
Sailing Vessel the Djinni's Jewel ~ Samheen 19th
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A young panling achadhiel emerged from the clear crowd of the harbour, entering the docks. She had not bothered to tie her hair back, and a comb held the right side of her bangs in place as the wind snaked around her. "Pan help me," she spoke sadly, turning to look back on her first city, "To move on with courage." Her hair was carried by the wind around her, making it hard to read the names of the boats. She set down her pack and held her hair back, wrapping it in a ribbon quickly. She sighed with relief as she saw the 'Djinni's Jewel' rocking like a dragonfly in the wide wide waters. Her pack was as heavy as her heart, and was relieved for the moment from its weight by the view and of course by setting it down. This girl was moving on, for Pan's Love, for her love and for her dreams and ambitions. This girl's name was Automne Rosse.
Though the breeze was warm, she hugged her cloak around her for the moment, as if clinging to her memories of this place... this wonderful place. But she had no regrets. She was moving on, just like she had always wanted. Her normal clothes fit her snugly today, freshly washed and adorned with her favorite sashes and such. "I guess I really will be somewhat of a pirate queen now." She laughed as she carried her pack to the ship, looking rather comely today in the morning sun. Her olive skin was renewed and her eyes shone bright like the spinning waters. "This is goodbye." she said, with a whisper, and shining eyes began to cloud and glitter with water. But she had no regrets. And she was moving on.
"Ahoy there!" She called, musical voice carried on the wind for the moment to make her salutation heard. "Coming aboard now!" She happily boarded the bobbing ship, momentarily losing her balance, but just barely.
"Hi there, you were expecting me?" Automne Rosse only partially listened for the answer, probably because she already knew. Her tambourine rocked at her side, and occasionally a thread of air would talk to her panspipes or flute in audible whispers. She glanced at her first city, and her second home. She wiped away a tear before a man, whom she assumed to be the captain, could see.
But she had no regrets. And she was moving on.
Though the breeze was warm, she hugged her cloak around her for the moment, as if clinging to her memories of this place... this wonderful place. But she had no regrets. She was moving on, just like she had always wanted. Her normal clothes fit her snugly today, freshly washed and adorned with her favorite sashes and such. "I guess I really will be somewhat of a pirate queen now." She laughed as she carried her pack to the ship, looking rather comely today in the morning sun. Her olive skin was renewed and her eyes shone bright like the spinning waters. "This is goodbye." she said, with a whisper, and shining eyes began to cloud and glitter with water. But she had no regrets. And she was moving on.
"Ahoy there!" She called, musical voice carried on the wind for the moment to make her salutation heard. "Coming aboard now!" She happily boarded the bobbing ship, momentarily losing her balance, but just barely.
"Hi there, you were expecting me?" Automne Rosse only partially listened for the answer, probably because she already knew. Her tambourine rocked at her side, and occasionally a thread of air would talk to her panspipes or flute in audible whispers. She glanced at her first city, and her second home. She wiped away a tear before a man, whom she assumed to be the captain, could see.
But she had no regrets. And she was moving on.
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Torigm Khace
The man looked up at Automne, his face was in a lazy but stern fixation as he looked her over. "What be yur name, miss?" His accent was heavy he squinted as he glanced up. "Then I'll tell you whether or not the Djinni's Jewel is expecting ya?"
Several other figures emerged on the deck of the fair sized ship. Some ignored the girl on the gangplank and climbed the masts and shrouds, while others paused in their duties to stare and idly pretend to tend to rigging and what AUtomne could only assume was normal boat duty.
Another figure, cloaked in black slid past Automne, nodding the hood of the cloak to the man she addressed as he boarded the boat and disappeared below deck. The man whittling wood however never once stopped flinging slivers of wood out in front of him.
Several other figures emerged on the deck of the fair sized ship. Some ignored the girl on the gangplank and climbed the masts and shrouds, while others paused in their duties to stare and idly pretend to tend to rigging and what AUtomne could only assume was normal boat duty.
Another figure, cloaked in black slid past Automne, nodding the hood of the cloak to the man she addressed as he boarded the boat and disappeared below deck. The man whittling wood however never once stopped flinging slivers of wood out in front of him.
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"The names Automne Rosse, bardess of Pan and now the seas I suppose," she smiled half-heartedly, "It's an honor to be here sir."
She watched the crew come on deck and busy themselves. What funny chores. She mused as she saw a few of the just patting and pulling on ropes, others actually moving and organizing things.
She sighed as the wind blew and she felt the familiar, if magical presence of her teacher, Master Navanod. Fleeing the Citadel for Pan knew what reason. She wanted to put a hand out, but she assumed such things were better left for later.
She stared at the sea, now just a little more welcoming. [i]It would take so much mroe to make the sea... my home.[i] She hummed a second before she started seeing and suddenly feeling the inspriation and necessity to begin with a simple tune for the crew, but she let her passionate embers die and fade away waiting to be invited for such things.
She watched the crew come on deck and busy themselves. What funny chores. She mused as she saw a few of the just patting and pulling on ropes, others actually moving and organizing things.
She sighed as the wind blew and she felt the familiar, if magical presence of her teacher, Master Navanod. Fleeing the Citadel for Pan knew what reason. She wanted to put a hand out, but she assumed such things were better left for later.
She stared at the sea, now just a little more welcoming. [i]It would take so much mroe to make the sea... my home.[i] She hummed a second before she started seeing and suddenly feeling the inspriation and necessity to begin with a simple tune for the crew, but she let her passionate embers die and fade away waiting to be invited for such things.
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Torigm Khace
"Automne Rosse," the man let the name roll around his mouth like a ripe grape. He tested the surface of the delicate fruit before crushing it and enjoying the juices. His expression changed as he looked up at her and he winked, "Captain Jon November, at yur disposal, miss."
His accent had disappeared into a more sophisticated and refined speech. His wood and knife had disappeared into his pocket as he lept up and offered a hand to the young girl to escort her onto the ship.
"Indeed, we've been expecting you." He smiled and began immediately calling out orders, "Reel it in boys! Pick up your tongue! And start your Panting!" With rapid efficiency, members of the crew begin preparing the ship for sail. The gangplank was drawn in, the ropes that tethered the boat to the dock and waters were immediately withdrawn and the lines keeping the upper most sails in their tight coils let loose and a line of sails high on the ship unfurled and caught a sudden breeze.
A couple of thin men with tattoos lining their backs and disappearing into their trousers but reappearing along the back of their legs held ropes attaches to the masts and the ropes were taut. Others set about rolling barrels to secure locations and fastening loose equipment.
As the low creaking of the ship announced their movement from the dock towards open water, Captain November leaned over to Automne, "I think you'd better go below, Miss," he indicated a particular door in the deck that seemed to only hold a set of stairs descending into darkness.
His accent had disappeared into a more sophisticated and refined speech. His wood and knife had disappeared into his pocket as he lept up and offered a hand to the young girl to escort her onto the ship.
"Indeed, we've been expecting you." He smiled and began immediately calling out orders, "Reel it in boys! Pick up your tongue! And start your Panting!" With rapid efficiency, members of the crew begin preparing the ship for sail. The gangplank was drawn in, the ropes that tethered the boat to the dock and waters were immediately withdrawn and the lines keeping the upper most sails in their tight coils let loose and a line of sails high on the ship unfurled and caught a sudden breeze.
A couple of thin men with tattoos lining their backs and disappearing into their trousers but reappearing along the back of their legs held ropes attaches to the masts and the ropes were taut. Others set about rolling barrels to secure locations and fastening loose equipment.
As the low creaking of the ship announced their movement from the dock towards open water, Captain November leaned over to Automne, "I think you'd better go below, Miss," he indicated a particular door in the deck that seemed to only hold a set of stairs descending into darkness.
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She smiled and took his hand, "It's a pleasure Captain November," she glanced at the men briefly. She walked with him past the busying 'seadogs' who quickly did their job and without hesitation. She noticed with insterest the tatoos and scruffy hairdo's of the seaferring men.
"My what a crowd Im in with," normally she might have examined them more thoroughly but not now, maybe not again, for she had others to keep her mind busy with. Navanod.
She looked back at the captain, wishing to ask if she'd find her teacher but before he could catch the question in her eyes he spoke, "I think you'd better go below, Miss," and with that she nodded.
"Yes, if I stay above before I get my sealegs I'll get terribly sick... like last time." She laughed and slipped past the door heading into the darkness of the ships belly. She kept her eyes peeled for a familiar shape, or a welcome bite to eat.
"My what a crowd Im in with," normally she might have examined them more thoroughly but not now, maybe not again, for she had others to keep her mind busy with. Navanod.
She looked back at the captain, wishing to ask if she'd find her teacher but before he could catch the question in her eyes he spoke, "I think you'd better go below, Miss," and with that she nodded.
"Yes, if I stay above before I get my sealegs I'll get terribly sick... like last time." She laughed and slipped past the door heading into the darkness of the ships belly. She kept her eyes peeled for a familiar shape, or a welcome bite to eat.
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Torigm Khace
The belly of the ship smelled of spices and fresh lumber. The creaking of the ship died as it slowly floated into more open waters, and in the light that entered to small cracks and crevasses from the deck, some shifting shapes could be seen. A lantern hood was opened behind Automne and many of the shapes could be determined as hanging goods, but quickly she found a pair of hands dropped in front of her eyes.
"What a fine catch they've brought me, " the accent was thick, but a familiar smell like that of a well oiled instrument and the distinct timber of Navanod's voice was hard to mask.
"What a fine catch they've brought me, " the accent was thick, but a familiar smell like that of a well oiled instrument and the distinct timber of Navanod's voice was hard to mask.
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The lower cabin seemed to her like an excerpt of some Pirate-Horror movie, not that the smell was unwelcoming but the strangling darkness. She was about to climb back to the top, NOT that she was afraid of the dark or anything like that, when a latern's light peeled across the area. She sighed in relief, only to be swept back up in surprise when hands larger than hers clasped themselves firmly, but gently, over her eyes.
"What a fine catch they've brought me," said the thickly disguised, but still identifiable voice of someone very familiar to her.
"I did not know they had maid-eating things such as you aboard," she said good-humouredly. "Love?" she called to him, not knowing if he wanted to be referred to by any aliases or not. She reached out her hands to grasp his fingers and move them slowly away, keeping her eyes closed. She turned around still holding his hands, "I didn't expect you to see you so soon, though I could not be happier." She contradicted his smell, as she was not the well oiled instrument but the bloom of flowers. The sweet aroma of freesia flowers swam around her like an aura. If given in large ammounts it is overpowering and swelling with innocence and joy. Though with small ammounts it can tickle the senses and bring a sense of pleasure, love, and calmness in contentment.
"In fact I feel..." she shook here head slowly, her eyes still closed. True she could never express her happiness in words, but also there was that incredible sadness. She would miss him... and everyone else. For now she just wanted to be held and comforted to be wrapped in the stars and trapped there in the arms of one who would never let her go. These emotions and thoughts were so strong, and Navanods powers so emmense she would not have been surprised if he had heard them as clearly as if she were speaking. Whatever happens I must not cry, I'm sure he feels awful.
"What a fine catch they've brought me," said the thickly disguised, but still identifiable voice of someone very familiar to her.
"I did not know they had maid-eating things such as you aboard," she said good-humouredly. "Love?" she called to him, not knowing if he wanted to be referred to by any aliases or not. She reached out her hands to grasp his fingers and move them slowly away, keeping her eyes closed. She turned around still holding his hands, "I didn't expect you to see you so soon, though I could not be happier." She contradicted his smell, as she was not the well oiled instrument but the bloom of flowers. The sweet aroma of freesia flowers swam around her like an aura. If given in large ammounts it is overpowering and swelling with innocence and joy. Though with small ammounts it can tickle the senses and bring a sense of pleasure, love, and calmness in contentment.
"In fact I feel..." she shook here head slowly, her eyes still closed. True she could never express her happiness in words, but also there was that incredible sadness. She would miss him... and everyone else. For now she just wanted to be held and comforted to be wrapped in the stars and trapped there in the arms of one who would never let her go. These emotions and thoughts were so strong, and Navanods powers so emmense she would not have been surprised if he had heard them as clearly as if she were speaking. Whatever happens I must not cry, I'm sure he feels awful.
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Torigm Khace
"Sshh" Navanod sounded and closed his eyes as well. The sounds of the creaking ship lessened and the sounds of the garden where he and Automne last practiced grew. The smell of ocean brine gave way to the sweet perfumes of Automne mingled with the fragrance of the fresh grounds of the garden.
Automne could feel his lips press gently against hers as he slid his hands around her to hold her tightly against him. The bedraggled drab appearance of Navanod in the study vanished in the sensation and the bright, vibrant, colorful Navanod of all other times stood before her holding her in his embrace. After long last, Navanod released the kiss and held her at arms lengths, "You can open your eyes, you know." There is a distinct difference in a persons voice when they are smiling and when they are not. The sounds of the letters and the words reflect this fact. Navanod was certainly smiling even with seeing it, one could know.
The scene however was the same. The hanging nets of goods, the stacked crates in a dim belly of a ship. The lantern illuminated what it could and at the center of the colorless surroundings stood a woman and a man who dared to wear the colors of the sun. Navanod was wearing a brilliant green blouse the color of the spring grass and a light tan vest over it, with leggings slightly darker to match. The clothes were crisp and clean and beyond him the sparse luggage that was his complete with cases for musical instruments were stacked and secured neatly in an out of the way corner.
Automne could feel his lips press gently against hers as he slid his hands around her to hold her tightly against him. The bedraggled drab appearance of Navanod in the study vanished in the sensation and the bright, vibrant, colorful Navanod of all other times stood before her holding her in his embrace. After long last, Navanod released the kiss and held her at arms lengths, "You can open your eyes, you know." There is a distinct difference in a persons voice when they are smiling and when they are not. The sounds of the letters and the words reflect this fact. Navanod was certainly smiling even with seeing it, one could know.
The scene however was the same. The hanging nets of goods, the stacked crates in a dim belly of a ship. The lantern illuminated what it could and at the center of the colorless surroundings stood a woman and a man who dared to wear the colors of the sun. Navanod was wearing a brilliant green blouse the color of the spring grass and a light tan vest over it, with leggings slightly darker to match. The clothes were crisp and clean and beyond him the sparse luggage that was his complete with cases for musical instruments were stacked and secured neatly in an out of the way corner.
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She felt it before it happened, her newly sharpened skills sensing more than just the 'being in a garden' but every sliver of detail. She could imagine it all each bee, each flower, each lovely smile he had given to her as a prized and treasured reward. Then she remembered the greatest gift she had ever recieved from him, a kiss of passion and caressing. She smiled on the memory, and was a bit shocked to feel the effect renewed. He pressed it fine silk lips to hers and she shuddered in delight. She felt her heart swell inside her and sigh with such relief. This is what she had wanted, forget the citadel... as long as they could be like this then everything would be okay.
She trembled into him as he embraced her, she wanted to cry but she had promised not to.
He broke the link, the kiss which held them barred through passions and love. She wanted to shrink back to him and cover herself in his warmth and jovial emotions.
"You can open your eyes, you know." She did so and saw him in his natural colors, thr ones that suited him so well. She could not resist, "Navanod, we've made it." She did not say where they had made it to, nor did Navanod have a chance to ask as she kissed him with renewed hope and love, and a definite lighter heart than before.
She trembled into him as he embraced her, she wanted to cry but she had promised not to.
He broke the link, the kiss which held them barred through passions and love. She wanted to shrink back to him and cover herself in his warmth and jovial emotions.
"You can open your eyes, you know." She did so and saw him in his natural colors, thr ones that suited him so well. She could not resist, "Navanod, we've made it." She did not say where they had made it to, nor did Navanod have a chance to ask as she kissed him with renewed hope and love, and a definite lighter heart than before.
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Torigm Khace
He savored the kiss, holding her closely and pressing his body to hers. He broke the embrace but not the hold. "Yes, we've all made it. I feel so badly for Elaine, however. She seeks so badly for her vengeance. Ahh but that which we have left is our recent history and maybe our future again someday. In a short time, we'll go back up on deck and I can introduce you to some of the crew. They are expecting some song, and they've grown weary of my old tunes."
Navanod was elated all through his speaking, turning himself and Automne around and around. The area below the deck becoming easier to see as he eyes slowly adjusted. In one corner, Automne could see a shadowed figure slumped in a corner staring at the pair beneath a hooded cloak. More such figures seem to appear to her. Dark and shadowed figures that stared out from dark and shadowed corners at the two within the light. Each seemed to be either by themselves or in pairs. Discussing silent deals amongst themselves.
"So, before we go up and see the crew, did you get all done that you needed to do?"
Navanod was elated all through his speaking, turning himself and Automne around and around. The area below the deck becoming easier to see as he eyes slowly adjusted. In one corner, Automne could see a shadowed figure slumped in a corner staring at the pair beneath a hooded cloak. More such figures seem to appear to her. Dark and shadowed figures that stared out from dark and shadowed corners at the two within the light. Each seemed to be either by themselves or in pairs. Discussing silent deals amongst themselves.
"So, before we go up and see the crew, did you get all done that you needed to do?"
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His kisses were, as she notices, sweet and succulent. Like biting into the sun or the vibrant flavor of life. Life inhaling your own ecstasy and having it returned ten fold. She smiled and ighed into the kiss and could only press her head to his chest as he held her after the kiss, letting her doubts melt in the warmth of his extravagant presence.
"Vegeance?" She looked to him, confused. "I'm afraid I had only met Elaine briefly before... and I still don't know why she was so flustered... or why you were wounded.. or how... or by whom." She looked discomforted, as if one of the shadowy men could be pointing a crossbow at the back of her, or his, head. Her dismal thoughts were interupted by his jovial spinning and twirling, or her as well, with his bright figure. She laughed happily, it seemed he was feeling well.
"But yes... I did all I could have done. I suppose all I should have done with the given time," she shrugged and inhaled his distinct aroma that mingled with hers, still creating that vivid imagery of flowers and music. "You shouldn't worry about me though, we have some time now.. to become closer and relax I suppose. Maybe you could teach me some more, I am still more eager than ever to learn."
She paused and looked at the cieling, paying no mind to the others... more runaways she assumed by their look and place on the ship, "And perhaps the best place to begin is on deck.. where we shall pay for our trip in song."
"Vegeance?" She looked to him, confused. "I'm afraid I had only met Elaine briefly before... and I still don't know why she was so flustered... or why you were wounded.. or how... or by whom." She looked discomforted, as if one of the shadowy men could be pointing a crossbow at the back of her, or his, head. Her dismal thoughts were interupted by his jovial spinning and twirling, or her as well, with his bright figure. She laughed happily, it seemed he was feeling well.
"But yes... I did all I could have done. I suppose all I should have done with the given time," she shrugged and inhaled his distinct aroma that mingled with hers, still creating that vivid imagery of flowers and music. "You shouldn't worry about me though, we have some time now.. to become closer and relax I suppose. Maybe you could teach me some more, I am still more eager than ever to learn."
She paused and looked at the cieling, paying no mind to the others... more runaways she assumed by their look and place on the ship, "And perhaps the best place to begin is on deck.. where we shall pay for our trip in song."
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Ignoring the remark about Elaine and himself, seemingly on purpose, Navanod, just looks at her and says, "Yes." Grabbing her hand and looking upwards.
He leads her up the stairs and pushes the door open a little, looks around, and finally launches it all the way open. Near the entrance of the door below deck a man with a back of tattoos stands with arms stretched upward and when Navanod appears he lowers his arms and helps both Navanod and Automne onto the deck.
He seems to be young, but his sharply pointed ears and thin angular features betray the reason. Close to the tattoos it appears like a strange script of writing decorating his skin amidst stylized pictures of storms and ships and weather on the high seas. He has a kind face and a warm bright smile, and he greets them both, "Welcome on deck, Navanod, and welcome back. I can only guess that this is your lovely young student, of whom you spoke. I am Euthen." Euthen wraps up Automne's hand in his own and gently kisses the back of her hand.
"He greets old crones the same way," Navanod says smiling. Euthen takes mock offense and nearly floats away smiling over his shoulder with a wink and raises his arms back to the sails which fill out again. Navanod waves his hands a little, but not rapidly or high above his head and turns slightly. "Welcome to the high sea," Navanod says. Farther behind than one might expect, the harbour of the Citadel slowly shrinks. Crewmen of the ship are less intense and more relaxed. The Captain hums loudly behind the helmsman as they stand looking out ahead of the ship, their backs to Navanod and Automne.
He leads her up the stairs and pushes the door open a little, looks around, and finally launches it all the way open. Near the entrance of the door below deck a man with a back of tattoos stands with arms stretched upward and when Navanod appears he lowers his arms and helps both Navanod and Automne onto the deck.
He seems to be young, but his sharply pointed ears and thin angular features betray the reason. Close to the tattoos it appears like a strange script of writing decorating his skin amidst stylized pictures of storms and ships and weather on the high seas. He has a kind face and a warm bright smile, and he greets them both, "Welcome on deck, Navanod, and welcome back. I can only guess that this is your lovely young student, of whom you spoke. I am Euthen." Euthen wraps up Automne's hand in his own and gently kisses the back of her hand.
"He greets old crones the same way," Navanod says smiling. Euthen takes mock offense and nearly floats away smiling over his shoulder with a wink and raises his arms back to the sails which fill out again. Navanod waves his hands a little, but not rapidly or high above his head and turns slightly. "Welcome to the high sea," Navanod says. Farther behind than one might expect, the harbour of the Citadel slowly shrinks. Crewmen of the ship are less intense and more relaxed. The Captain hums loudly behind the helmsman as they stand looking out ahead of the ship, their backs to Navanod and Automne.
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Automne smiled and took the chivalrous greeting politely. When Navanod told her that Euthen greeted old women the same way, "Is that a comliment or an insult?" she laughed in mild amusement.
"What does welcome back mean by the way?" She poised a questioning eyebrow at her teacher. "Nevermind." She raised her arms, "I'm sure I'd have already guessed."
Automne held her hands out to Navanod, "What shall we do now then? A song, a dance, a lesson? A kiss?" She felt as if a burden was dissolving from her chest, and were she to jump from the railing she would merely float to her hearts desire, which really wouldn't be far at all... in any direction. At the moment she was just grateful to be free.
"It's lovely. Really," she sighed at the blue expanse and the shrinking figure of The Citadel.
"What does welcome back mean by the way?" She poised a questioning eyebrow at her teacher. "Nevermind." She raised her arms, "I'm sure I'd have already guessed."
Automne held her hands out to Navanod, "What shall we do now then? A song, a dance, a lesson? A kiss?" She felt as if a burden was dissolving from her chest, and were she to jump from the railing she would merely float to her hearts desire, which really wouldn't be far at all... in any direction. At the moment she was just grateful to be free.
"It's lovely. Really," she sighed at the blue expanse and the shrinking figure of The Citadel.
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Torigm Khace
"All of the above," he laughed. "The first lesson of the sea, as far as a bard or bard in training may go, is that of the sea shanty." Navaod begins loudly singing, "Citadel girls ain't got no combs"
To which the crew responds, "Haul away, haul away." Captain November turns around and adds, "They brush their hair with codfish bones."
And the crew adds, "And we're bound away for Sabata."
Then the captain, Navanod, and all the crew sing, "
So heave away, me bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Sabata."
The captain continues the song, "Citadel cats ain't got no tails."
Haul away, Haul away
Captain: They lost them all in the northeast gales.
And we're bound away for Sabata.
Navanod talks over their singing, "The shanties help them keep rhythm so they work together, Both the crew and the Shanty man, or woman as the case may be have their parts that are separate and joint. The separate parts allow each to establish a rhythm of their own and jointly they get back into a joint rhythm."
Navanod raises his hand to November and makes a signal but he talks again to Automne, "Make up a verse or two, the crews parts don't change, and remember the rhythm, " Navanod claps out the rhythm quickly.
To which the crew responds, "Haul away, haul away." Captain November turns around and adds, "They brush their hair with codfish bones."
And the crew adds, "And we're bound away for Sabata."
Then the captain, Navanod, and all the crew sing, "
So heave away, me bully, bully boys
Haul away, haul away
Heave her up and don't you make a noise
And we're bound away for Sabata."
The captain continues the song, "Citadel cats ain't got no tails."
Haul away, Haul away
Captain: They lost them all in the northeast gales.
And we're bound away for Sabata.
Navanod talks over their singing, "The shanties help them keep rhythm so they work together, Both the crew and the Shanty man, or woman as the case may be have their parts that are separate and joint. The separate parts allow each to establish a rhythm of their own and jointly they get back into a joint rhythm."
Navanod raises his hand to November and makes a signal but he talks again to Automne, "Make up a verse or two, the crews parts don't change, and remember the rhythm, " Navanod claps out the rhythm quickly.
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((Nyahahaa... and I thought you made it up. Cape Cod Girls? xD))
She enjoyed the shanty very much, the ridiculousness was almost expected. Though, Automne was only mildly surprised when it was her turn to shanty-along with them.
Navanod was only just able to keep his voice above the crews, "The shanties help them keep rhythm so they work together, Both the crew and the Shanty man, or woman as the case may be have their parts that are separate and joint. The separate parts allow each to establish a rhythm of their own and jointly they get back into a joint rhythm."
Automne quietly pondered his words as Navanod spoke again, "Make up a verse or two, the crews parts don't change, and remember the rhythm, " Navanod claps out the rhythm quickly.
"I'll try my best then," she grinned, almost mischieviously. She propped a leg up on the nearest wooden device and kept Navanod's rhythm in her head.
"Citadel girls ain't got no games"
She waited for the crews part before going on.
"They spend their time in all o their shames"
She sharpened her smirk and walked to Navanod, fairly sure she had the rhythm down.
"Sea-side boys ain't got no sport"
"Traded for a girl down at the port"
She thought for a moment, but decided to wait for his go ahead.
((rrrg.... I bet that was awful!! xD))
She enjoyed the shanty very much, the ridiculousness was almost expected. Though, Automne was only mildly surprised when it was her turn to shanty-along with them.
Navanod was only just able to keep his voice above the crews, "The shanties help them keep rhythm so they work together, Both the crew and the Shanty man, or woman as the case may be have their parts that are separate and joint. The separate parts allow each to establish a rhythm of their own and jointly they get back into a joint rhythm."
Automne quietly pondered his words as Navanod spoke again, "Make up a verse or two, the crews parts don't change, and remember the rhythm, " Navanod claps out the rhythm quickly.
"I'll try my best then," she grinned, almost mischieviously. She propped a leg up on the nearest wooden device and kept Navanod's rhythm in her head.
"Citadel girls ain't got no games"
She waited for the crews part before going on.
"They spend their time in all o their shames"
She sharpened her smirk and walked to Navanod, fairly sure she had the rhythm down.
"Sea-side boys ain't got no sport"
"Traded for a girl down at the port"
She thought for a moment, but decided to wait for his go ahead.
((rrrg.... I bet that was awful!! xD))
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Torigm Khace
(Cape Cod Girls! you got it!)
"har har har" Jon November laughed out loud. "Them's are verses I've never heard, but they'll do all the same. I think perhaps they'd better suit a different crew."
November hopped down from his roost looking at towards the sea and approached Navanod and Automne, "So I see you are teaching her some of the finer arts of the fine open waters. Hopefully we'll avoid teaching her the unfine arts of the open waters." He winked at Automne.
"We'll be making good time today. With Euthen and Clockworks at the sails we'll be making record time as usual." Sure enough the foam of waters behind the Djinni's Jewel wisped around at a pace not seen elsewhere on Tazlure. The crew picked up a different shanty with a different rhythm and the ship slowed. Several of the crew members went about a different business, fishing.
"har har har" Jon November laughed out loud. "Them's are verses I've never heard, but they'll do all the same. I think perhaps they'd better suit a different crew."
November hopped down from his roost looking at towards the sea and approached Navanod and Automne, "So I see you are teaching her some of the finer arts of the fine open waters. Hopefully we'll avoid teaching her the unfine arts of the open waters." He winked at Automne.
"We'll be making good time today. With Euthen and Clockworks at the sails we'll be making record time as usual." Sure enough the foam of waters behind the Djinni's Jewel wisped around at a pace not seen elsewhere on Tazlure. The crew picked up a different shanty with a different rhythm and the ship slowed. Several of the crew members went about a different business, fishing.
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Guest
Automne looked at Novemeber, "Ah well. I tried. I haven't exactly spent much time out at sea. But there are firsts aren't there?" She took her leg from the post, "Ah, but it will hopefully give me more time to think of better verses." She parted her loose bangs with her right hand, tugging at the a bit before pushing them back.
"Ah well, perhaps I could do something else to help out?" She was incredibly embarassed with her show and would give anything to go down below and hide away.
"Ah well, perhaps I could do something else to help out?" She was incredibly embarassed with her show and would give anything to go down below and hide away.
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Torigm Khace
"Ay we appreciate all the helps we get out here. A good shanty leader is helpful when the choirs need to be done by others but a good worker gets things done on their own. With the ship slowin' to a crawl, at least for the Jewel, some mates will be catching provisions off the starboard. Or if you likes to stick yur hand in the stewing pot, the cook may appreciate the help."
Jon November gave a short bow before slapping Euthen hard on the back and laughing loudly. Euthen had yelled in surprise and all the wind dropped out of the sails he was tending. After catching his breath, and laughing with the captain the sails picked up again.
Navanod dropped his arm around Automne, "Not the most glamorous crew in the world but at least the best functioning. I'm going to circulate with some of the other passengers down below. A good bard remembers the tales of other bards, but a great bard seeks out new ones." Navanod's eyes sparkled with excitement and adventure. While he had always had a fire in his spirit before at the college, it seemed somewhat pale by comparison to the fire in his eyes now. He was in his element, within the journey.
"What is it that you wish to do?"
Jon November gave a short bow before slapping Euthen hard on the back and laughing loudly. Euthen had yelled in surprise and all the wind dropped out of the sails he was tending. After catching his breath, and laughing with the captain the sails picked up again.
Navanod dropped his arm around Automne, "Not the most glamorous crew in the world but at least the best functioning. I'm going to circulate with some of the other passengers down below. A good bard remembers the tales of other bards, but a great bard seeks out new ones." Navanod's eyes sparkled with excitement and adventure. While he had always had a fire in his spirit before at the college, it seemed somewhat pale by comparison to the fire in his eyes now. He was in his element, within the journey.
"What is it that you wish to do?"
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Guest
"I think I'll try my skills in the kitchen, so I'll be heading below too," she sighed a smile and put her hands behind her back, "I'm plenty willing for anything else you might have me do, though." She rearranged her hands to her hips, "So just give me a shout if you need anything." She patted Navanod's arm, which had been slackly draped around her shoulder.
"Mayhaps I could better learn the songs of the seas later, to avoid my embarassment."
She withdrew from Navanod and November, bowing and lifting her skirts ever so and headed to the lower decks. Somehow... the danker levels of color, smell, and air were a tad relaxing, less than they had been before. She looked for any indication of a kitchen or cook.
"Mayhaps I could better learn the songs of the seas later, to avoid my embarassment."
She withdrew from Navanod and November, bowing and lifting her skirts ever so and headed to the lower decks. Somehow... the danker levels of color, smell, and air were a tad relaxing, less than they had been before. She looked for any indication of a kitchen or cook.
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Torigm Khace
It was not hard to find the galley, the sometimes odd and sometimes pleasant aromas of food raw and untouched far before a scheduled eating time, alerted Automne to its presence. What she might not have expected to hear however was the sweet and earthy sounds of a woman humming to herself.
Rocking slowly on two legs of a chair that looks as thought it might break at any given moment, was a large and buxom women, with a kindly face and a long braid of bright red hair swaying as effortlessly as the woman back and forth. Her clothes indicated that she, like much of the other crew, had a long life of living on the sea, it was practical, worn, and bleached by the sun.
Shortly after Automne's entrance, the woman clamped the two front legs down on the floor and began to quickly shell a crawfish before lookin up. She slowed and stopped and in a hushed tone, "Oh, missy, are ye lost? This ere is the kitchen, lessin yur hungry, then perhaps I can sneak you a little something, does the cap'n know yur a passenger?"
The last question was a little quieter than the others, as the woman wondered if Automne was a stowaway.
Rocking slowly on two legs of a chair that looks as thought it might break at any given moment, was a large and buxom women, with a kindly face and a long braid of bright red hair swaying as effortlessly as the woman back and forth. Her clothes indicated that she, like much of the other crew, had a long life of living on the sea, it was practical, worn, and bleached by the sun.
Shortly after Automne's entrance, the woman clamped the two front legs down on the floor and began to quickly shell a crawfish before lookin up. She slowed and stopped and in a hushed tone, "Oh, missy, are ye lost? This ere is the kitchen, lessin yur hungry, then perhaps I can sneak you a little something, does the cap'n know yur a passenger?"
The last question was a little quieter than the others, as the woman wondered if Automne was a stowaway.
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Guest
"Um... I'm here to help actually. If you need any help. The sea up there isn't quite ready for me." SHe laughed happily and put her hands on her hips, "So I thought I'd try my luck down here."
She though the color and appearance of the cook was astounding. The red of the ladies hair made her smile, remembering the last red-head she had had the privellaige to meet. The shape was also amusing and happy. Just the presence of the larger woman was enough to make her simle. She seems nice enough.
"I'm here with Na-... well I'm a bard in training and I'm here with my teacher.... I needed a lot of work so I accompanied him on this voyage. Though I'm still not so sure what all the secrecy's about. Really, It's got me puzzled. ESPECIALLY considering the fact that Elaine knew, and by golly if Elaine knows then I think I have aright to know. Because-I mean- after all I was the one that kissed him! Jeez, and on top of that he just shoves me into the shanties up there, and Ive never been out to the sea before! And this is how it goes- well I tell you-It goes badly!...Oh...ohhh... jeez. I really got off on a rant there. I'm so sorry!" Automne ducked her head, and tried to hide her now blushing cheeks under her bangs, "I've had nothing but men around me and I've had to keep my mouth shut. I try not to looke like an idiot and PSHOOM! There I go again, acting like an imbecile. Just... just give me something to do before I start going again."
Automne rolled up her sleeves and looked willing enough. This lady looked like she'd seen quite a bit, maybe she could take Nav's advice and try and learn the tales of others, especially while he was in such incrediblw company.
((A bit of this was written staring at my dad while he was talking so forgive any typos and stuff.... me being to lazy to check it myself!
... haha!))
She though the color and appearance of the cook was astounding. The red of the ladies hair made her smile, remembering the last red-head she had had the privellaige to meet. The shape was also amusing and happy. Just the presence of the larger woman was enough to make her simle. She seems nice enough.
"I'm here with Na-... well I'm a bard in training and I'm here with my teacher.... I needed a lot of work so I accompanied him on this voyage. Though I'm still not so sure what all the secrecy's about. Really, It's got me puzzled. ESPECIALLY considering the fact that Elaine knew, and by golly if Elaine knows then I think I have aright to know. Because-I mean- after all I was the one that kissed him! Jeez, and on top of that he just shoves me into the shanties up there, and Ive never been out to the sea before! And this is how it goes- well I tell you-It goes badly!...Oh...ohhh... jeez. I really got off on a rant there. I'm so sorry!" Automne ducked her head, and tried to hide her now blushing cheeks under her bangs, "I've had nothing but men around me and I've had to keep my mouth shut. I try not to looke like an idiot and PSHOOM! There I go again, acting like an imbecile. Just... just give me something to do before I start going again."
Automne rolled up her sleeves and looked willing enough. This lady looked like she'd seen quite a bit, maybe she could take Nav's advice and try and learn the tales of others, especially while he was in such incrediblw company.
((A bit of this was written staring at my dad while he was talking so forgive any typos and stuff.... me being to lazy to check it myself!
... haha!))-
Torigm Khace
"woah now, slow down a wee bit, if there aint no cookin yet, there aint no need to rush."
She slides a knife across the table, so the blade points back at her self and the hilt at Automne. Clamping onto a large barrel, she tilts it slightly and rolls it around to sit between them. THe top of the barrel is open and some water sloshes out of the barrel and onto the floor where it seeps between tiny cracks and away from the kitchen.
"Pull up a seat and peel some o the briny taters for a stew I'll be making later. My name is Aumarie. I'm the driving force of what keeps those scallywags running. Without a cook in the galley the lot of them would either die of scurvy or drop their payload on a healer in the ports instead of the bar.
"I don't know nothin' about this Elaine that you speak of but if'n you kissed someone, you can tell Aumarie about it!" Aumarie's face was a bright and rosy grin, eager to hear juicy details of a love and a little romance. Her kindly face and calm but vibrant demeanor was uplifting.
She slides a knife across the table, so the blade points back at her self and the hilt at Automne. Clamping onto a large barrel, she tilts it slightly and rolls it around to sit between them. THe top of the barrel is open and some water sloshes out of the barrel and onto the floor where it seeps between tiny cracks and away from the kitchen.
"Pull up a seat and peel some o the briny taters for a stew I'll be making later. My name is Aumarie. I'm the driving force of what keeps those scallywags running. Without a cook in the galley the lot of them would either die of scurvy or drop their payload on a healer in the ports instead of the bar.
"I don't know nothin' about this Elaine that you speak of but if'n you kissed someone, you can tell Aumarie about it!" Aumarie's face was a bright and rosy grin, eager to hear juicy details of a love and a little romance. Her kindly face and calm but vibrant demeanor was uplifting.
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Guest
"It all depends," Automne laughed as she too took her seat and found a cutting knife to peel the potatoes, "Do you want the long or the short version?"
She smiled as she let the blade slip along the brown sides easilly, lietting the peel curl beneath the slices. "For you see... I am in love with a bard. But you see... I don't know which bard it is that I love. There is the older, intriguing and funny bard... then there is the kind... more poetic bard whom stole my heart first. But of course. I don't know if... Finodborn is real. It was in a dream, you see, a very... living... dream." She sighed as she stared at the water in the barrel. It sloshed slowly, like the seas of Anasis. "Ts'either Fin or Noddie." She finished the potato and looked at Aumarie, wondering if she should put it in the water or somewhere else.
She smiled as she let the blade slip along the brown sides easilly, lietting the peel curl beneath the slices. "For you see... I am in love with a bard. But you see... I don't know which bard it is that I love. There is the older, intriguing and funny bard... then there is the kind... more poetic bard whom stole my heart first. But of course. I don't know if... Finodborn is real. It was in a dream, you see, a very... living... dream." She sighed as she stared at the water in the barrel. It sloshed slowly, like the seas of Anasis. "Ts'either Fin or Noddie." She finished the potato and looked at Aumarie, wondering if she should put it in the water or somewhere else.
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Torigm Khace
"Oh I like the long version, truth is in the details. And there should be a lot of truth if you have two men you can choose from." Aumarie indicates a pile for the peeled potatoes.
"Fin or Noddie, couple of funny names but is a cute girl like you is looking at them, I'd say that they are both good looking and romancers. If you're having a tough choice, take the young one and give the older one to me though, sweetheart." Aumarie concludes her statement with a knowing wink and a playful laugh.
"Fin or Noddie, couple of funny names but is a cute girl like you is looking at them, I'd say that they are both good looking and romancers. If you're having a tough choice, take the young one and give the older one to me though, sweetheart." Aumarie concludes her statement with a knowing wink and a playful laugh.