Timestamp: 2nd of Summer, 514 AV The journey to the isle of Sahova has been quite boring so far, the sea calm and steady, with nobody but the sailors interacting with one another. It was almost as if the ship was setting sail for the gallows and all the passengers were on dead row, waiting for their inevitable demise. Meanwhile there was one passenger who was trying to simply doing his things, uncaring of the others who were too busy drowning in their thoughts as they stared at the horizon, waiting with grim facial expressions for their destination to arise at the thin hairline splitting sea and air apart. This passenger, dressed in common clothes and seemingly nonchalant about his endeavours, communicated with the other passengers as he passed the time walking about the ship's deck and lower areas. As if he didn't realize he was a feared and distrusted Nuit, a being whose very existence was wide and far misunderstood by those who still had the sanguine flow coursing through their veins. Regardless, he continued his attempts at making conversation and small talk with anyone who was too slow in avoiding him. Apart from Yato, there was one other passenger who seemed to be different than the other 'convicts' on the ship. A woman that leaned on the front end of the deck's railing, hardly any noise or disturbance led her face away from the horizon the ship drudged slowly towards to. Yato had been dismissed a few times before, by this woman, when he tried to talk to her. Not that he dulled on the past or held a grudge towards her for it, not by the looks of the kind smile on his lips anyway. Approaching her from the side, he noticed her eyes shifting briefly towards him before sliding back to the seemingly desired destination. It was in this brief moment they shared as their eyes locked onto eachother for the shortest of seconds, that Yato implanted an very faint and brief emotion in this woman, a feeling of amusement. The human probably already shared this emotion, as she did not show any signs of confusion as her lips curled into a vague smile while Yato placed his elbows on the railing next to her. "I had no idea Nuits were this persistant trying to talk to a girl." The girl grinned, moving her face slightly to the left, to get a better glimpse of the Nuit. She seemed to be of the Vantha category, Yato decided, as the color of her eyes changed from a cold and distant lightblue to a shimmering orange tint. "There are many things people do not know about Nuit...And even more misconceptions. But it seems Vantha don't believe in those fairy tales easily." Visibly content that her Vantha heritage had been recognized and even complimented, the girl smiled as she nod. Even introducing herself as 'Sophia Coolwater' and sharing tidbits about how Vantha are known to separate fiction from truth as they are often skilled taleweavers themselves. "I once tried to weave a tail, that was one hugely displeased snake..." "Goohhh, terrible joke, Mr Nuit!" "Please, call me Master, it suits me better...Or Yato, whichever you prefer!" Chuckling, the Vantha confirmed she would stick to Yato for now. With the ice broken and a connection made, the Nuit and Vantha shared laughs and stories while the ship dobbered along the silent ocean. When Sophia asked if Nuits ever played any games, Yato replied that he knew one fun game of the subconscious mind that he always enjoyed playing. In truth, Yato often played games, but not of the kind he'd wish to share. "Ever heard of The Cube?" |