Unexpected Kinship (Tydus, Tempest Folk, Open)

by **Finian Truewind** on March 22nd, 2014, 4:42 am

Date: 18th of Spring, 514
Time: Early Evening

By Laviku's kindness alone, Finian had managed to survive his first day in the bustling city of Riverfall. The ground may not have rolled like waves, but the residents hardly stood still. Buildings didn't flap in the wind like sails, but everyone was talking, shifting, walking, shouting, selling, moving. There was motion alright, here in a city, but it was different and only distantly familiar to Ian. He hadn't been back to the Flotilla in years, and Riverfall was an entirely different sort of animal ... that was for certain. After so much time on his own, it was strangely overwhelming. He did his best to pretend it wasn't, to enjoy the noise, the smell, the stillness of the ground beneath his feet. But, well ... it was a slow process for the craftsman.

The itinerant shipwright finally decided that, for the night, it would be in his best interest to carefully meander his way along the well-ordered street back and back toward the Port, retracing the steps of his day back to the hand-crafted familiarity of his casinor.

Lagoon blue eyes scanned the thinning crowds, mostly dominated by the hard lines of resident Akalak. Men like trees, indeed, though their skin was painted with the colors of the Suvan instead of the rocks they'd built their impressive city on.

The blond Svefra let his gaze stray from the people he shared the streets with to the various buildings, trying to look out for landmarks.

Was he lost already on his way to the Port?

Surely not.

Well, maybe a little.

Kind of.

Petch. It was going to be a long evening finding his way back to his casinor, after all. He wasn't any better navigating in a city than he was at navigating the sea, apparently.

Praise Laviku no one knew it but himself.

Warmth spread across sun-kissed, freckled cheeks while Ian continued along his chosen path, briefly deciding to stick the course and see where it led him, though his resolve wavered with each passing chime. Above the slowly dwindling bustle around him, he could still hear the roar of the falls cascading into Plunge Pool Bay. He couldn't be too far, right?

One calloused hand strayed to ruffle the pale fur of his tavan, sacked out and sprawled like a part of his outfit over his shoulder. The pup had a busy day trying to keep up with his friend, after all.

It was then the shipwright's stomach growled for the umpteenth time that day. Sure, he had some rations left aboard his home, but the few mizas he had left in his pockets could certainly be spent on a warmer, fresher meal …

Ian began to consider a detour, slowing his steps to glance at some of the signage on buildings as he passed by, though his ability to read Common was limited at best. Would he have to follow his nose instead?

May'haps.

There he stood like a buoy in the street, bobbing a bit as he attempted to change his course, no longer paying attention to the crowds so much as hoping for a more appetizing sense of direction.

by **Kel Tempest** on March 22nd, 2014, 7:45 am

“Focus…just focus…”

"AHHHH!"

The Svefra tumbled to the deck of the Laviku’s Wrath from his handstand, wincing as his healing leg banged against the wooden floor. He lay there a moment, feeling the pain radiate up his limb. The knife wound was still in the process of knitting together, a scab having formed over the injury. He hoped he hadn’t ripped it open, which would just delay him in returning to one hundred percent.

Kel grunted in irritation as he pushed himself to his feet and dusted himself off. He still had a hard time balancing on his hands while on the ship. He had been having an easier time practicing on land than he did on the bobbing ocean. Balancing on his legs while the ship moved was one thing but trying to mimic the same ability upside down was a whole other story.

Kel held his hands in front of him and exhaled slowly. He pressed his hands to the gently shifting planks and coiled the muscles in his legs. He pushed off of the ground and the world turned upside down as he straightened his body and flexed his abs, keeping his core in a straight line. Kel felt gravity start to pull his legs backwards and he quickly shifted his hands to redistribute his weight, bringing his legs back into alignment.

He felt the blood rushing to his head as he tried maintaining his upside down position as the ship continued moving to the motion of the ocean. He managed to stay in that position long enough to decide to try something new. He lifted one hand and set it in front of the other. Kel raised the other and placed it in front of that one, continuing the cycle.

He staggered across the deck in an awkward manner of inverted walking before losing his balance and tumbling to the deck once again. He lay there, looking up at the sky, feeling a sharp sting in his shoulder where it had rubbed against the rough wood after falling. He sighed. It would be awhile before he could stay in that position for extended periods of time. Eventually he wanted to be able to do pushups but that would take time and strength.

He rolled over and grabbed the edge of the gunwale railing and pulled himself to his feet. He dabbed at the shallow wound and grimaced. Noting it was nothing more than a scrape, he ignored it and stretched.

The Svefra opened up the door to his cabin and reappeared a few minutes later with an empty mug and a chair. He popped open the lid of the barrel sitting next to the door and scooped up a glass full of ale. He tossed the chair up on the cabin roof, facing the docks and clambered up beside it. Kel plopped into it and watched the bustling people as he sipped on his beverage.

Nothing caught his eye, as he watched the docks and the people milling about.

Not yet anyways…

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

by **Tydus Tempest** on March 22nd, 2014, 11:39 pm

Gods, what has he done now?

The Svefra grumbled irritably as he heard the sound of Kel yell out in pain. Already, the morning, likely closer to afternoon, was going awry. Tydus' head pounded, his mind clouded, his throat parched and his body sluggish from the heavy rounds of drink and regret tied with them. As he pushed open the door to his cabin, the setting sun bombarded him with its toxic, rays, and the Tempest raised a hand to shield his eyes, grumbling out again as he called out, his voice almost a whisper in fear of the sound he may make and disturb himself with, "For Laviku's sake, Kel, what the bloody petch are you doing? And... what the... it's evenin'? Gods, I must've gone to sleep when the sun was up..."

Still unable to see clearly in front of his face, let alone across his own ship and into Kel's, the Svefra was unaware of the going-ons around Kel. Vesh, the Tempest scion's penguin Tavan, came up to the man, pressing its wings to his leg, pointing towards the other Svefra's casino, but Tydus ignored it. "Vesh... I need a dcrink first. Gods, this is killing me." A dry cough escaped the Svefra's lips as he hobbled over to the starboard side of his casinor, tipping his body over the bulwark in an attempt to get his fill of water.

He failed.

Rather than balancing his weight on the bulwark, he nearly threw himself over, falling headfirst into the water. His bare upper body was the first in, his breeches heavy against his legs, but he was accustomed. He took the chance to fill his mouth with several gulps of water, his brain far too scrambled for his ocean's sense to work properly, though his ability to turn the salt water into fresh in his mouth was unhampered. He pulled the water into his esophagus, the pounding slowly, but surely fading as he broke the surface of the water with his feet, driving his core forward to flip in the water as his nostrils flared and expelled air in order to prevent the salt water from flowing down the wrong tube.

After ten ticks, the Svefra broke the water's surface, a loud gasp sounding from his lips as he sucked in air to breathe, his legs kicking off and into the direction of his casinor. He kicked up with a breaststroke kick, his arms attempting to grip at the gunwale. But, they were too slippery. The Svefra failed in his recovery, and frowned, wondering what he should do.

The sun was no longer burning into him, the headache reduced to a dull ache in his temples. He decided to swim to the pier, circling around the ship with a total of seven pulls, his arms gliding through the water with an unpracticed form, sloppy but well enough to make forward progress as his legs kicked out behind him. His fingers gripped at the shoddy wooden spokes of a waterlogged ladder onto the dock, Tydus ascending it.

When feet pressed to the damp wooden surface of the docks, a laugh escaped him, looking back to Kel as he called out, "Thanks for the help, you shyke!" Of course, the words were jokingly said, for Tydus knew of the injuries his podbrother suffered. They were rather harsh injuries, but all was made into laughter with the two podbrothers.

"Oi, Kel! Geddover here, I think I see some'tin." He called out, pointing towards the image of a long-haired, blonde man. His walk was that of a lost man, as if he didn't belong. Though, when the Svefra saw him, he noted a familiar, burgeoning sensation in his shoulder, the whale swimming about in the expanse of the gnosis, the sea's water rife with currents. He smelled the rise of rippling tides frothing in the forward direction, a laugh escaping his lips as he called out to the stranger,

"OI! OCEAN-BORN!" The call was made out in Fratava, several heads turning as Tydus himself winced at the volume of the call.

by **Finian Truewind** on March 23rd, 2014, 2:29 am

After some time of indecision, the blond shipwright simply decided to return to his casinor. He'd been so isolated for an entire season (well, isolated but not entirely alone) that just his day in the city so full of all those strangers had been more than enough than he could really handle. The ground was too still. The citizens too different. The languages too many. It was time to curl up in his workshop with a bottle of something—anything, at this point—and try again tomorrow.

Ian wracked his unfocused thoughts and returned to his meandering back to the docks of the port, finally beginning to pick out landmarks he remembered and recognized. Once he could wash the bustle of the city away like the tide, it was much easier to wind his way through the streets and back to the sea. The sound of the waterfall was so loud, though, reverberating through the Svefra's inked chest.

He slipped his way past a handful of towering Akalak, finally setting his feet onto the worn, wet wood of the docks. Everything felt instantly better, and he let calloused fingertips run over the carved guardrails as he made his way back to his casinor.

Was he judging a few of the other ships docked along the way?

Definitely.

Some, of the craftsmanship was impressive. Some, not so much.

His steps slowed a bit as he squinted up at a towering merchant vessel, beautiful dark wood well made and almost distracting—

A shout in Fratava broke through his reverie, however.

It broke through a lot of things, honestly, and even sent a small flock of birds scattering from their spots on some of the moor posts, angry and panicked. A handful of sailors glared and muttered nearby, which only caused the blond shipwright to smirk. Not for them to understand, obviously.

It was easy enough to spot the sea-loving source of his summons, still-dripping from his tumble into the bay. Ian grinned then, feeling a shift in the tide of his spirits in but a handful of heartbeats. Praises to Laviku bubbled in his thoughts, so thankful to hear familiar words and see his kind after a day crammed full of strange words and stranger faces.

"Oi y'self!" The freckled blond cat-called back in his native tongue, loud enough to be heard above the falls and the busy docks. Without another thought, he changed his course, feeling new wind in his sails. He found himself separated from the Svefra pair by a handful of docks and a couple of ships. He could backtrack, sure, but he was incapable of such focused thought.

To the Flotilla-born Svefra, ships were pathways, after all.

Without trepidation, the itinerant shipwright stepped down into someone else's unoccupied dinghy, crossing its rickety length to connect him to the starboard of a small merchant vessel. If there was anyone on board, he didn't bother to look, either, reaching up for a few fistfuls of netting on the side and climbing over the rails. He crossed the deck as if he owned the thing before slipping over the opposite rails and back onto another dock. A few more hops, skips, and casual saunters over other peoples' property and strangers' vessels later and Finian Truewind found himself standing before the still-dripping Svefra who'd caught his ear.

"As the Suvan's salty, so you're voice's petchin' sweet t'ear after today." The blond grinned broadly, lagoon blue eyes flitting past Tydus to note he was not alone, Fratava flowing smoothly from sea-kissed lips after a whole day spent stumbling horribly over Common, "Laviku's kind t'me this eve knowing a city full'o'blue-skinned folk jus' ain't th'same as seein' some o'my own."

He offered his un-inked, wood-worn right hand, arm, shoulder, half-person as a warm greeting, willing to add his name and more should it be asked,

"Finian o'the Truewind Pod. Call me Ian if y'want. What brings me like th'welcome tide into company o'my kin?"

by **Kel Tempest** on March 24th, 2014, 5:40 am

Kel tilted his head up towards the sun, basking in its warm rays. He could see the light of the fiery ball in the sky through his eye lids as he relaxed. A layer of sweat covered his multicolored inked skin from the exertion. Day old bandages wrapped around his leg, around the palms of his hands and across his shoulder. Nerida had done a good job patching him up after he had staggered back from the forest outside of Riverfall, pale from blood lose and exhaustion after a run in with some bandits.

Jenkins had been sleeping a majority of day since his beating and was still recovering from the wound. Kel left him alone; making sure the small animal had food and water so he didn’t have to get up. The sooner the sea otter was better, the sooner he could move about again. Kel sighed and opened his eyes, squinting as he heard his podmate curse and stumble out from his cabin in the next ship over.

A grin found its way across his face as he glanced at his hungover friend. The previous night had not treated him kindly it seemed. Tydus staggered across the deck, fighting the sun, nausea and most likely a splitting headache. A chuckle bubbled to the surface as he watched Tydus attempt to submerge his body into the water to wake up.

He fell in.

The chuckle quickly turned into bellyaching laughter as Kel doubled over. He felt the oxygen squeeze out of his lungs as his podmate fell head first into the ocean beside his ship. Tydus came up spluttering and gasping for air, blonde hair, plastered on his shocked face. His expression caused another wave of laughter to burst from the black haired Svefra.

Kel pushed himself to his feet, white teeth gleaming in the sun as his lips parted into a grin. Tydus splashed around as he swam to the ladder and climbed out, drenched. He called out irritably berating the older Svefra for not helping and Kel just chortled as he crossed his arms and enjoyed the show.

“No problem mate.” He shook his head, the smirk still plastered across his face. “You know, you can’t pay for entertainment that good. Have a lovely afternoon swim?” He was about to speak again and make fun of the podmate but Tydus’ shout caused him to pause, and followed his gaze to see where he was looking.

A man was jumping from ship to ship, crossing decks and ducking under sails, heading in their direction. Kel cocked an eyebrow; he knew how angry sailors could get when their personal vessels were trespassed on. This man didn’t even seem to hesitate as he hopped across decks. Kel was momentarily distracted as he felt the familiar burning sensation on his chest and he looked down to see his gnosis tattoo shifting madly. His eyebrows rose even higher.

A Svefra.

A grunt escaped Kel’s lips as he gingerly eased himself off of the roof of the cabin and onto the deck of his ship. He stopped beside the gunwale of the Laviku’s Wrath. He wasn’t ready to jump across the short gap between ships just yet. He’d put his aching body through enough stress today as it was.

The man’s dreaded hair swung in the air, blonde locks catching the sun as his Laviku blessed eyes honed onto Tydus. Kel listened to the man, completely understanding what he meant about his irritation with speaking Common. When Kel arrived in Riverfall, it was a tremendous relief to find Tydus and Adney and be able to speak Fratava again. Common was a blasted language that no ocean born should have to suffer with.

Kel didn’t wait for Tydus to acknowledge the fellow kinsman or introduce himself. The black haired Svefra interjected himself into the conversation, not missing a beat. “Ian, aye? Good to see another Svefra, round these parts. The names Kel. Kel Tempest.” He glanced over at Tydus, it still felt odd saying the word “Tempest” instead of Greytide. He raised his mug to his lips and took a swig of the beverage and shrugged at the Svefra’s question nonchalantly.

“Landlocked here for the moment. I’ve been waiting for these,” he waved his hand at Tydus irritably, “little shykes to get their act together so we can leave this petching port.”

Kel looked past the stranger but didn't see any other Svefra around or casinors. He jerked his chin up at Finian as he eyed him. “You alone? Who’d you kill to get kicked out of your pod?”

Legend

Fratava

Kel's Common

Kel's Thoughts

PC/NPC Common

by **Tydus Tempest** on March 24th, 2014, 5:39 pm

A chuckle escaped the Svefra's lips as he watched the new Laviku-born callously meander through the slough of ships that stood in the way of the Tempest males. It was something that, when at sea, the Tempest was used to, the smattering of casinor that rode at the back of the Waverunner's Fist was always prone to crew switching about and jumping from ship to ship in order to better suit the tasks at hand.

But, he hadn't seen the thing happen in long enough that he'd forgotten what it looked like. A grin materialized upon the Svefra's lips as a hand rose to ruffle his hair, taking it from his forehead and casting it about, droplets of water flying from the dampened hair as the chill of Spring wind cast upon his bare torso.

The slightest of shivers move the Svefra's form as the sun beat down upon his skin, beginning the process of drying and warming the flesh as he heard Kel's familiar voice sail behind him. Judging from the distance, Kel was still aboard his own ship, the Wrath, the Tempest scion arching his eyebrows as the other male introduced himself as Tempest. It was a surprise, to say the least, for it was the first time he'd heard the two names together, though he allowed a nod to move his features in agreement before setting himself upon the gunwale of his own ship, his body arched forward to preserve his weight inward rather then stressing the surface and possibly falling in again.

Ty's migraine had gone away in the surprise of the encounter, his mind still rather fogged from the hangover that had threatened to consume him, but he felt the recovery imminent, eyes of Laviku's oceans cast about in search of the ale that Kel held in his hands.

There was a barrel within his own ship, as well, mugs adorned atop the wooden surface, much like a glass crown on the head of a wooden king. He took two of the mugs, filling both and watching as the froth built along the rim of the mug, passing one off to the new Svefra, Finian by his introduction. There was a laugh in reply to Kel's question, but the curiosity was present. Svefra movement among Pods was common, but this man was, seemingly, on his own.

"Aye, did'ye set off from your Pod like Kel? Seeking adventure and romance?" He winked at Kel before taking a sip of his ale, tipping his head back with momentary satisfaction before he continued on, "Aye, lad. We're ready to go. Ye know that. We jus' need a target."

The Tempests had been pirates for Tydus' entire life, wandering aimlessly about the Northern oceans in search of bounty and plunder, but in the Suvan... things were different. They'd be much better off with a guided purpose, as there was so much more to do. He'd heard of the Flotilla, but was quite unaware of its location. He knew very far-fetched, basic information regarding the cities, but his knowledge ended there. Riverfall was, for the moment, their home. They needed it to be.

by **Finian Truewind** on March 25th, 2014, 3:26 am

Suddenly, there were two of them, two young Svefra men obviously his peers in terms of the numbers of seasons worn on their belts and just as out of place in a city so full of rules as himself. If the blond shipwright's grin faltered at the questioning of his singularity, it was for but a tick or two. No more. Before he could answer either of them, there was a mug of much-needed ale in his calloused hands.

Not a bad end, that. Not after today.

"Nah. Well. No killin', but that ain't to say I didn't think about such'a'thing once'er'twice." Ian let those words hang there for a moment, sea-tinted eyes full of barely contained mischief, as he took a long swig of ale. With a chuckle, he added, "Aye, it's jus' me an' my casinor," A bare arm inked with waves that swirled their way to the sea eagle that spread it's wings across the back of his left shoulder lifted to point through masts and sails and rigging and hulls, down one of the docks in the general direction of his ship … not that his little orange-hulled Handmade'n was at all visible in the crowd of other, larger ships that he'd just used as safe passage.

"My grand'da used to say that you can't build ships without sailin' 'em first. So, well, that's what I do. Build ships an' sail 'em. Or fix 'em. Or … well … sometimes break 'em. Shyke happens. I s'pose you could say't was jus' time for me to leave the nest, even if that nest was th'Anchorage Flotilla."

There was no need to go into details, not now, not without at least a few more mugs of ale. While Finian had come to somewhat understand his father's decision to pass their business onto his cousin instead of himself, and he even sometimes appreciated it now with a handful of seasons out on his own, there was still a well of bitterness that had yet to run dry. It was almost against his nature to carry such a burden, and yet he'd not quite been able completely get out of the doldrums the conflict of direction and creative vision had caused. He found he was still trying to catch the right headwind. Or something. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't something he could explain sober.

With that, he laughed and shook the clouds away with a toss of his sea-baubled, sun-bleached head, tone warm with bravado, "Haven't much had a problem findin' adventure an' romance so far, so I ain't got too many complaints. Mayhaps it's jus' been a bit slower than I'd like, though …"

Another pause, another draught, a wink, and then an empty mug was placed on the barrel, Ian's fingers trailing over woodgrain and rigging once they left the vessel where it came from,

"An' y'selves? There must be more than the two of you t'be a pod, eh? Tempests, is it? I don't think I've done any shipcraft for th'likes o'your names before." He let his gaze wander from their faces to their casinors, taking note of their shape and craftsmanship, doing his best to withhold any of his usual judgement.

"Here for trade? Surely not to stay … I can't say these blue folk've grown on me much, but I ain't been here long." He posed his question teasingly, just as curious as Kel and Tydus as to why in Laviku's name any Svefra would spend too much time at any port at all.

by **Kel Tempest** on April 1st, 2014, 2:55 am

“A shipwright, eh?” The Svefra’s eyes shifted to glance at Tydus before looking back at the Truewind. The Laviku blues narrowed as he gave the man a once over. The conventional blue eyes and blonde hair marked him as a Svefra, as did the familiar tingle in his gnosis tattoo on his chest that he was indeed who he said he was. He spoke Fratava like a true sea dweller, nothing like these petching land dwellers who tried their best to butcher their language.

He idly listened as he lifted his mug to his lifts, sipping the dark hops. Kel’s leg was beginning to ache from the strain he had put it on. He was lucky he was even able to hobble around, much less attempt acrobatic maneuvers. But he was never known for his wise decision making. Kel did what Kel wanted, blast the consequences. He had the bladed boots that had sliced through his leg sitting at the foot of his bed in the cabin, not quite ready to try them out yet. He figured he should at least wait until he was able to test them out properly before fiddling with them.

Kel slowly got a feel for the Svefra’s personality as he spoke, Finian’s body language and Fratava hand gestures speaking just as much about the man as his words did. That was the beauty of the Fratava language. It was very difficult to lie because it was not only their words they had to be careful with, but their body language that went along with those syllables were just as likely to betray them.

The Truewind addressed both of them with a question and Kel, bored of sitting quietly, leaned against the side of the gunwale. The ship tilted to the side but was stopped by the lines that moored it to the pier. The black haired Svefra ran his fingers through the freezing water, feeling the rush of sentential life flow into his mind. He let it overwhelm him, eyes widening slightly as it became almost more than he could bear. Just before it pushed him over the abyss, he withdrew his hand from the sea and the life of the ocean slowly drained from his mind.

He loved the rush and thrill that feeling brought. Every time he used the Oceanus, he pushed himself a little farther, seeing how far he could go without losing his mind. One day he knew he’d go too far and would probably go insane. It would be unfortunate event for everyone else, he mused, chuckling to himself. But then he remembered the question and looked up from the gently moving water.

“Well Finny,” He smirked at the Svefra, enjoying the opportunity to see if he could push the Svefra’s buttons. He jerked his head in Tydus’ direction. “Ty over here and his pod lost their ship and most of the Tempest in an ambush on the sea. Whole ship destroyed. Only a few left.” He was silent for a moment, enjoying the dramatic effect his words might cause on his listener.

“As for myself, I was betrayed and stabbed in the back. I left, ‘nuff said.”

Kel didn’t feel like confiding in anyone, much less a random stranger. Very few people knew what actually happened; those that did were from the Greytide pod. Kel hadn’t been forthcoming about the events of his departure with Tydus and he didn’t really feel the need to. Kel’s lia had made a bad decision regardless of his warning and because of it, four of the pod, including his weapon trainer and only friend was killed at the hands of a magician in Black Rock. Since then, the psychological stress that weighed on Kel’s mind pushed him farther over the edge. He craved more danger, throwing himself into even more reckless situations than ever before. But that wasn’t anyone else’s’ business.

Kel shrugged, “I heard Tydus’ pod was coming to Riverfall before the attack and here we are.”

[center]Legend

Fratava

by **Tydus Tempest** on April 28th, 2014, 9:22 pm

A frown materialized across the Tempest's features as he listened to the callous way that his podmate described the tragedy that moored all of the Pod but him in Riverfall for what felt like an indefinite period of time. An eternity was spent in the bowels of despair, the phantasms of his Podmates reaching into his nightmares, blaming him, faulting him for his inability to act and the fallacy of his dedication to Laviku and the Pod itself.

Phantoms flowed in currents each time him and Kel sailed, they filled the air with strife and disdain, spurring Tydus to retreat to the lifestyle of drunken debauchery, which assisted in the termination of his nightmares until the next morning when they materialized physically and expunged themselves from his body as morning illness. But, Kel did not know this, and even if the podmate knew, he expected that he would be too indifferent to the suffering, consumed in his own ghosts that Tydus could sense in him.

The Tempest did not ask his Greytide brother - now Tempest podmate - about his own problems, though it was made clear that something happened that spurred the Greytide to part with his own pod. A betrayal, but Kel did not specify and now was not the moment to ask. Rather than focus on his own problems or that of his brother's, he directed his focus to the other Svefra, listening to his story, but far more importantly, his occupation and what felt like a desire for more. Tydus, at the very base of his being, felt the need, too. He missed the sea, a need covered by his current fears, which were in turn masked, but conversation with other Svefra tended to pull at the adventurous soul that his people held dear.

Staying on the land was both depressing and assuring for the Tempest, but with each person, Kel, then Finian, that tugged at the desire, he felt it growing. He hoped that Kel agreed with it, he knew that he would, but the main problem was the Lia. Tydus had no way of knowing how Callipsia would react to a stranger, though perhaps Tydus could convince her of his utility... Of course, first came the other problem of encouraging him.

"Romance an' adventure, eh, brother? 'm in agreement with ye on that. Silly lubbers and their attachment to the ground benea' their feet is drivin' me crazy. Kel, too. Yer a shipwright, eh? We migh' have a use for yeh, if yer need to leave the Flotilla isn' driving you out of want for a Pod."

Tydus felt his confidence flow with the words spoken, his frown, quickly dissolved in the luster of conversation, had turned into a grin, the Tempest gesturing towards the sea, fixing a longing expression onto his features as the need to establish the Pod, to make it grow, set itself firmly in his mind. If Callipsia didn't do it, he would. It was what the Pod needed, and ultimately, if Callipsia was a proper Lia, she would agree to it.

by **Alyra** on August 19th, 2014, 2:07 am

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