63rd of Spring Southwest of Ryker's Point The storm on the horizon seemed an afterthought in the vicinity, something nature decided to throw in for a bit of variety in the scenery. Winds that were fiercely ripping through sails there were nothing but strong gusts around the small ship and the small fleet of Svefra chasing it. Waves that tossed ships about like toys only lightly buffeted the vessels in the immediate area. The rain and the howling was distant, creating only a mildly annoying background noise. By comparison to the violent ocean not too far away, Vafres and his pursuers seemed to be enacting their chase sequence serenely, without scrambling actions and screaming voices. This spoke nothing of the intensity though. Because of the calm seas, the Svefra ships were gaining much faster on Vafres than they were on Braten, almost gliding across the water’s surface. Their movements seemed graceful, swaying in the waves back and forth like dancers, an elegance in the way they moved that seemed to contradict their grave purpose. The Svefra aboard were keeping their ships on course with impressive skill, staying right on their target without any variance or difficulty, drawing nearer with each passing chime. Like predators, they simply stared and stalked, making little sound in their approach and completely stern in their intent. The footloose and free people were now driven and focused. They’d gone from a swirling froth to a deadly torrent, forcing through and ravaging anything in their path. Stormy blue eyes watched the small ship ahead of them with hate, unequal in magnitude to anything most had seen before. Aboard the ship they were targeting things were equally intense. Men and women tended to the sails, pulling them tight against the mast as if trying to pull more knots out of the rigging itself. Clothes surprisingly well kept despite the wear of the sea flapped in the wind, a good deal of them capes and other loose heavy clothes that seemed strange to be found on a vessel on the great blue. Hard looks were in all their eyes, mad glints in several of them as they heaved on the lines and cast dark looks back at the approaching Svefra. Though the children of Laviku were sweeping towards them like a great wave, the body language aboard the ship seemed strangely relaxed, as if resigned to the events that were about to follow. No desperate yanks or running, just the routine work as boots thudded across the wooden deck and cloaks moved stiffly in the gusts. Vafres himself stood at the stern of his ship, arms draped over the back railing and eyes centered on the casinors and palivars giving chase to him. His body was loose and lack rigidity, but his red irises were burning with a fierce light, his brow creased slightly. The rich blue gold-trimmed cloak was a bit lighter than some of its counterparts on the deck, and so flapped with a bit more vigor as the currents of the sky toyed with it. However, it was always possible to see the strange golden symbols painted along the hem, which arced and bowed in some unknown tongue - if it was a language at all. Nothing was said either on the deck or up here, just the silent contemplation of what was to come, as well as the inevitable struggle that would ensue. |