30th of Winter, 512
The incredible beauty of the South Suvan never failed to impress Theo Coaststrider. Here he was, in the middle of winter, pushing his Casinor at breakneck speeds under a beaming sun. Managing his vessel came as a second nature to the young Svefra, he hopped and skipped and leapt across the deck with a reckless abandon making minute adjustments to the angles of his sails to make sure he was catching every ounce of power the wind would give him. On the long voyages that had come to define his young adulthood Theo had become a fussy sailor. He would carefully adjust his sails, fool with the weight distribution on his vessel and carefully monitor the waves to squeeze every fraction of a knot out of "The Defiance." On any other day his interest would have been purely academic, but today was different.
Skipping along the water beside was the the ship of one of his childhood friends, "The Spitfire." It had been a long time since Theo and Citrine had an opportunity to go cause mischief along the coast together, and they had never had the opportunity to do it as captains of their own ships. The pair hadn't agreed to a race, but he couldn't help but feel that the challenge was implied. Theo took a ferocious pride in the honour of his little Casinor and he wasn't about to be shown up by a jeweller. Bounding along the starboard side, he grabs hold of a thick rope and leans out over the water to shout at his companion. "I didn't know the Maelstrom's had taken to manning leaky tubs! When you asked me to go for a sail I assumed you would be brining a proper casinor, not the family wash bucket."
With a loud guffaw he climbed his way to the back of the ship to grab hold of the vessel's steering wheel. If he remembered the route correctly, it was a clear shot to the cave system they had chose to scout out from where they were now. Unless the wind made a sudden change, unlikely on such a beautiful day, he was free to relax for the moment. As he casually steered the vessel he considered what other insults he could hurl at his friend. The pair had agreed to go diving in a cave system up the coast from where their pods had met for an elaborate celebration. If memory served, Citrine was a much better swimmer than Theo and he had to get his licks in while he could.
As he loosened a thick knot to give himself a bit more sail he considered his uneasy stomach. After the Djed storm many Svefra pods were shattered and lost, that made any chance reunion between the remaining pods an even greater event than they were before. As overjoyed as he was to find his old friend alive and well, he wasn't sure his stomach could handle many more joyous reunions.
"How much farther to these caves again, Little Sunfish? I had hoped to make decent time but those filthy doilies you call sails are holding us back and eating up my precious daylight." He punctuated his light-hearted teasing with an elaborate flourish of a hand motion. He had been shouting in Fratava, the emphasis on gestures made it easier to communicate between ships. To be fair, they had made surprisingly good time, she was a far better sailor than Theo remembered and her well kept ship was more than keeping the pace.
The incredible beauty of the South Suvan never failed to impress Theo Coaststrider. Here he was, in the middle of winter, pushing his Casinor at breakneck speeds under a beaming sun. Managing his vessel came as a second nature to the young Svefra, he hopped and skipped and leapt across the deck with a reckless abandon making minute adjustments to the angles of his sails to make sure he was catching every ounce of power the wind would give him. On the long voyages that had come to define his young adulthood Theo had become a fussy sailor. He would carefully adjust his sails, fool with the weight distribution on his vessel and carefully monitor the waves to squeeze every fraction of a knot out of "The Defiance." On any other day his interest would have been purely academic, but today was different.
Skipping along the water beside was the the ship of one of his childhood friends, "The Spitfire." It had been a long time since Theo and Citrine had an opportunity to go cause mischief along the coast together, and they had never had the opportunity to do it as captains of their own ships. The pair hadn't agreed to a race, but he couldn't help but feel that the challenge was implied. Theo took a ferocious pride in the honour of his little Casinor and he wasn't about to be shown up by a jeweller. Bounding along the starboard side, he grabs hold of a thick rope and leans out over the water to shout at his companion. "I didn't know the Maelstrom's had taken to manning leaky tubs! When you asked me to go for a sail I assumed you would be brining a proper casinor, not the family wash bucket."
With a loud guffaw he climbed his way to the back of the ship to grab hold of the vessel's steering wheel. If he remembered the route correctly, it was a clear shot to the cave system they had chose to scout out from where they were now. Unless the wind made a sudden change, unlikely on such a beautiful day, he was free to relax for the moment. As he casually steered the vessel he considered what other insults he could hurl at his friend. The pair had agreed to go diving in a cave system up the coast from where their pods had met for an elaborate celebration. If memory served, Citrine was a much better swimmer than Theo and he had to get his licks in while he could.
As he loosened a thick knot to give himself a bit more sail he considered his uneasy stomach. After the Djed storm many Svefra pods were shattered and lost, that made any chance reunion between the remaining pods an even greater event than they were before. As overjoyed as he was to find his old friend alive and well, he wasn't sure his stomach could handle many more joyous reunions.
"How much farther to these caves again, Little Sunfish? I had hoped to make decent time but those filthy doilies you call sails are holding us back and eating up my precious daylight." He punctuated his light-hearted teasing with an elaborate flourish of a hand motion. He had been shouting in Fratava, the emphasis on gestures made it easier to communicate between ships. To be fair, they had made surprisingly good time, she was a far better sailor than Theo remembered and her well kept ship was more than keeping the pace.