Azcadelia Rosan
It had been a few moments since Azcadelia had come below decks - fleeing from the shouting of a hotheaded teen and just as she had settled back in more shouting had ensued. This time the captain, that had went toward the upper decks chimes earlier, was heard shouting about Kelvic and an assortment of other things that hadn't taken interest with the crimson haired woman.
What did stick to the tantalizing tandrels in her mind was the fact that the girl, Akilia, was a Kelvic. That is what had been different about her. Her smell, her swagger and speech all rang bells pointing towards something different but it had been baffling Azcadelia. The maiden cursed her disability in reading people better but, slowly but surely, it was getting better with each victim.
Rising from her resting position on a crate near her small satchel of goods she slipped on her slippers and headed for the upper decks. With each step she carefully crept up them - to not fall on the rocking ship - until her eyes were bleached by the sunlight that was slowly fading in the sky. Now above decks she braced herself for the rocking of the boat and scanned the wooden panels of the floor that doubled as the ceiling underneath. To her surprise, near a pile of clothing, was a cinnamon coloured wolf. Its fur was stunningly silky and eyes were piercing indeed. The wolf looked as if it was taking in the tell tale scents of the salty sea and musty men. Hopefully Azcadelia's fragrance wasn't making the effort futile.
"Boy," she called to the sandy blonde teen, "what's happened?"
Before the child could answer however the captain shouted to her first. "That ship we're following just shot off an arc of light. It was blinding but it couldn't demoralize us. We're staying on course and preparing for a battle. Since yer a Reimancy user could you charge of some of the djed of yours for this fight to come," he barked, the last bit an order, not a request.
Azcadelia took second to register the information she had received. If the ship could emit light without an obvious source then it would mean a wizard of sorts had to be on the ship - which meant another battle with a mage. Mages were Azcadelia's favourite enemies as they would use a technique familiar to she: magic. Mages were always unfamiliar in the way that they all could use magic in anyway they liked. Seeing as there were nearly limitless ways to conduct their magic and bend it to their will it made it impossible to have a scripted way to fight a skilled magus.
Azcadelia began the motions of readying her djed for a fierce fight to follow. This would take all the training that she had put up thus far. This would be a supreme time to test any and all abilities that she had learned and even a way to go over the exercises that her mother would in preparation for a battle. She slipped off her slippers, pulled up her hair and began a slow method of motions that ended with her in a position of extreme concentration. Her legs were crossed and her mind was blank only the waves making a dent in her concentration. Eventually even those were swallowed up in the blanket of her mind.
What did stick to the tantalizing tandrels in her mind was the fact that the girl, Akilia, was a Kelvic. That is what had been different about her. Her smell, her swagger and speech all rang bells pointing towards something different but it had been baffling Azcadelia. The maiden cursed her disability in reading people better but, slowly but surely, it was getting better with each victim.
Rising from her resting position on a crate near her small satchel of goods she slipped on her slippers and headed for the upper decks. With each step she carefully crept up them - to not fall on the rocking ship - until her eyes were bleached by the sunlight that was slowly fading in the sky. Now above decks she braced herself for the rocking of the boat and scanned the wooden panels of the floor that doubled as the ceiling underneath. To her surprise, near a pile of clothing, was a cinnamon coloured wolf. Its fur was stunningly silky and eyes were piercing indeed. The wolf looked as if it was taking in the tell tale scents of the salty sea and musty men. Hopefully Azcadelia's fragrance wasn't making the effort futile.
"Boy," she called to the sandy blonde teen, "what's happened?"
Before the child could answer however the captain shouted to her first. "That ship we're following just shot off an arc of light. It was blinding but it couldn't demoralize us. We're staying on course and preparing for a battle. Since yer a Reimancy user could you charge of some of the djed of yours for this fight to come," he barked, the last bit an order, not a request.
Azcadelia took second to register the information she had received. If the ship could emit light without an obvious source then it would mean a wizard of sorts had to be on the ship - which meant another battle with a mage. Mages were Azcadelia's favourite enemies as they would use a technique familiar to she: magic. Mages were always unfamiliar in the way that they all could use magic in anyway they liked. Seeing as there were nearly limitless ways to conduct their magic and bend it to their will it made it impossible to have a scripted way to fight a skilled magus.
Azcadelia began the motions of readying her djed for a fierce fight to follow. This would take all the training that she had put up thus far. This would be a supreme time to test any and all abilities that she had learned and even a way to go over the exercises that her mother would in preparation for a battle. She slipped off her slippers, pulled up her hair and began a slow method of motions that ended with her in a position of extreme concentration. Her legs were crossed and her mind was blank only the waves making a dent in her concentration. Eventually even those were swallowed up in the blanket of her mind.
