32nd of Spring, 514
There was an assortment of things to do before the Tempest Pod was to cast off. The destination was known, a general direction given, the rest possible with the assistance of the gnosis that Laviku bestowed upon his beloved people. Bright eyes of ocean's majesty cast themselves to look upon the God's oceanic blood, the Tempest looking about his ship, noting the presence of a loose rope from the mast. Tydus looked to the ropes holding the Tempest Wind to the docks, a cursory glance set to Riverfall itself as the realization swept over him that the pod was being left behind.
Everything the Tempest had done was for the Pod to remain as a unit. An intention to keep them together, a desire to have them fed and safe, but there was complacency there. More than fifty days had been spent on Riverfall's land, Tydus becoming used to it, accustomed to the place, nearly calling it home. And worst of all, he sort of liked it. The freaky blue men became less freaky. The few lovely women became more alluring. The spirits and drink of the pubs pulled him in. It had to stop. Tydus was not interested in the life of a landlubber, nor was he going to be intimidated, by nightmares regarding Laviku or any sort of fear that he had, to stay upon the accursed shores any longer.
It was time to go.
Lips were closed around a segment of rope, the line held close as Tydus secured the barrel holding his ale to the deck. Other, more pertinent supplies were kept in his own quarters, but he ignored the thought, focusing instead on the more relevant and important aspect that was leaving Riverfall once and for all. Memories pulled at his consciousness, entering with Adney, being kicked out of their suite... Reunion with Kel, the night with Adi... The Pod's reformation. The more recent night with Callipsia. More than anything, the last scared him into leaving. She needed to head the Pod. The Tempest name was hers to command. It was simply that Kel and Tydus had no intention of being one with it anymore.
Svefra could not bear to be alone, but Tydus and Kel would never be alone. They were to cross the seas together, and, apparently, a mutual acquaintance was joining them. Shijara was a name he hadn't heard in quite a while, but it was nice to know that they had the company on their journey, even if she was as close to a normal as they could get. At best, it was someone to talk to. At worst, it was someone to charge and make coin from for passage through to Kenash.
"Oi, Kel! Ye ready ta' cast off?"
The Svefra spoke in Fratava, with no intention to change it, quickly tying the knots onto the mast and raising the sail before making his way to Callipsia's boat. The Tempest scion slipped a small note beneath the door before returning to his own casinor, looking to Laviku's Wrath as he reached for his cutlass to cut the rope that bound his ship to port.