The rising suns rays cut through the dewy morning mists, shining a warm light through the unmaterialized ghost. Jomi stood on the deck watching the sun rise over the outer ocean. The suns reflection on the water created a beautiful prism on the waters surface, a school of dolphin had been chasing the ship and playing in its wake for the last bell. Their happy squeaks and playful splashes brought a smile to the ghosts face. But the way the sailors ignored these simple pleasures was starting to bother the ghost, threatening to pull the ghosts mood back into a bitter ball of self pity like when he first came back to unlife. They ran about on the deck and up the riggings without once stopping to breath the salty air or feel the warmth on their skin. All senses the ghost would kill for just to feel one last time.
As he watched the dolphins his mind drifted to Madeira, she had been cooped up in her cabin since they left Alvadas, preferring the company of cats, birds and a delusional little ghost over human interaction. And that isolation was now starting to affect the Jomi too. The pair had lived together for over a year and slowly they were starting to understand each other, they had gone beyond what was suppose to be a minimal relationship of mutual benefit. She had approached him because she wanted a servant, and he wanted a living companion to help him navigate the world, but like a creeping sickness the ghost was realizing something that he never thought he’d ever feel again. He liked being under her control. His innate Kelvic need for a master was still strong in the ghost, even if his bonding capabilities were gone. And having watched Madeira develop from a scared little girl who had never left home and couldn't make a decision without the express permission of her family, to a driven and ambitious, cold and calculated woman had awakened something in him he couldn’t quite describe. But that was just her war face, a show she put on for others to further her own goals, to Allister and Emma she was always kind and patient. She had taken in these damaged creatures and patching them up the best she could, giving them purpose and something to rally around. Jomi was slowly realizing that was what he wanted too, someone he could serve who in turn could look after him.
He wanted a bondmate.
The strands of soulmist that surrounded the ghost began to resend back to his core. All of the errant wisps that flickered around his body began to pack down creating a border around him giving the ghost a semblance of solidity. The sailors on deck eyed him suspiciously as he materialized, now able to see him they began backing up a few paces to give him a wider berth. They knew Madeira was a spiritist and that she had taken ghosts aboard, but there was a inherent mistrust of the undead and magic users in general among the crew even with disciplines as necessary and widely practised as spiritism.
As he watched the dolphins his mind drifted to Madeira, she had been cooped up in her cabin since they left Alvadas, preferring the company of cats, birds and a delusional little ghost over human interaction. And that isolation was now starting to affect the Jomi too. The pair had lived together for over a year and slowly they were starting to understand each other, they had gone beyond what was suppose to be a minimal relationship of mutual benefit. She had approached him because she wanted a servant, and he wanted a living companion to help him navigate the world, but like a creeping sickness the ghost was realizing something that he never thought he’d ever feel again. He liked being under her control. His innate Kelvic need for a master was still strong in the ghost, even if his bonding capabilities were gone. And having watched Madeira develop from a scared little girl who had never left home and couldn't make a decision without the express permission of her family, to a driven and ambitious, cold and calculated woman had awakened something in him he couldn’t quite describe. But that was just her war face, a show she put on for others to further her own goals, to Allister and Emma she was always kind and patient. She had taken in these damaged creatures and patching them up the best she could, giving them purpose and something to rally around. Jomi was slowly realizing that was what he wanted too, someone he could serve who in turn could look after him.
He wanted a bondmate.
The strands of soulmist that surrounded the ghost began to resend back to his core. All of the errant wisps that flickered around his body began to pack down creating a border around him giving the ghost a semblance of solidity. The sailors on deck eyed him suspiciously as he materialized, now able to see him they began backing up a few paces to give him a wider berth. They knew Madeira was a spiritist and that she had taken ghosts aboard, but there was a inherent mistrust of the undead and magic users in general among the crew even with disciplines as necessary and widely practised as spiritism.
