Flashback A past Tydus

[Cyna Redsun]

66th of Summer 511AV

Cyna sure didn’t feel any older yet, it had been a little over a week since she had turn sixteen and she sure wasn’t feeling like a woman. She was doing what she always did, wake up tell her parents bye, and went too prayed to Leth and Syna. She wondered around town and outside of town, her days were pretty dull she needed excitement she needed adventure. Cyna had no idea how to find this adventure and knew it wasn’t going to be much of an adventure seeing she had to be back before dark. This made her feel even less like a women and more like a child, but what could she do run away. She had nowhere to go and knew only a handful of people that lived outside of Lhavit.

Lost in thought she wondered around town greeting people she saw everyday doing the same thing they do every day. She couldn’t help but feel like a clock lost in an ever repeating circle that people called life, she was tired of it. Cyna wanted to break free from the normal grind the rut that was her fate, she needed something to happen. Cyna took another step down the stone steps turning into the creaky wood of the Lhavit dock and that’s when she saw it. The break in her hollow repeating life that fate had given her, it was an escape in the form a ship she had never seen before and it looked made to sail on the sea.

Cyna gave the dock the quick glance seeing a few dock workers and a few sailors working. This was her chance she walked calmly to the high stack of crates before ducking down and attempting to sneak across the dock. There was really no need for this no one suspected her of anything, no one even knew her on this dock. The only reason she was sneaking is because she felt guilty like she was doing something bad and this made her stick out. She snuck to the ship and thought she had done it like a pro, when truth be told she made more noise and attracted more attention than if she had walked over there.

In the end Cyna made it onto the ship and sat down on the deck letting out a deep sigh. She had made it to the ship, now she needed a place to hide and when was this ship leaving she couldn’t help but think as she crawled around the ship looking for a crate or some bags to hide behind.

[Tydus Tempest]

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Fists up. Eyes forward.

Sweat permeated upon Tydus Tempest's brow as waves crashed against the hull of the sloop, The Waverunner's Fist. The Svefra looked forward to see the face of the pod's tattoo artist, Mikaal. To his left, on a table bolted to the floor of the deck, was their prize. Not gold coins, or anything of monetary value, but rather, their prize was a stone. Sleek and smooth, vibrant yet dark in colour. It shined with the vibrant glow of Syna's luminescence. Reflecting it, the Tempest craved it. He had wondered where the podmate who set the wager had found it, but he decided he didn't care. There was something at stake, and the older Tempest was not going to lose to the tattooist. Never.

Mikaal's not a sailor, either. They're pitting us against one anther to see if we have mettle to make up for our uselessness. Entertainment for the pod, I guess.

While Tydus was thinking, the younger Tempest sprung forward, his right arm driving forward with the intention of striking Tydus in the face. The Tempest did not try to block, but rather, he sidestepped. Nicked still in the shoulder, his balance faltered, the olderTempest pushed back, catching himself upon the mast, his back pressed to it as Mikaal continued his assault.

It was when Mikaal was but a few feet away that the Tydus pushed himself from the wall. As a fist flew out to catch him, he slid passed it, turning his shoulder and nailing Mikaal in the chest with the left side of his body. The weight threw Mikaal forward, the ship's already unstable, mobile footing causing him to fall back and onto the floor. The Svefra collected himself as his podbrother scrambled to his feet, a sound coming from the watcher's nest,

"Land, Lia! About ten miles away!"

The Tempest quirked a brow, a grin spreading upon his features at the thought of making it to the port of Lhavit. He'd heard that it, like Mura, was a beautiful city, legends saying it was even built from the stars itself. And he wanted to see it for himself.

Gotta try to avoid a black eye. The lovely lasses won't appreciate a man who's taken a punch.

When Mikaal made his way up, he immediately crouched and swept his leg, catching Tydus and sending him plummeting to the floor. Intent on finishing it there with the wager's qualifier: a strike to the back, he set forward. Tydus stayed down, intent on letting him come forward before he brought his arm forward, catching Mikaal's foot and bringing him to the floor, as well. Tydus, recovered from the impact, reached for one of Mikaal's arms and brought it with him as he found his way in a seated position on the younger Tempest's back. He pulled, applying direct pressure to the joints, a pained yell escaping the Svefra's lips as Tydus called out,

"Not so little now, eh, Mikaal? That's my stone, then."

A smirk cast upon his lips as he stood up, then offered his fallen podmate a hand. Mikaal accepted, and once Ty released the man's hand, his other podmate threw the stone at him,

"It's a small rock of obsidian, lad. Shiny. Maybe you can give it to a girl yer sweet on."

Pffft, yeah. Right. I'll keep it for meself and give the lass a kiss, instead.

~o~o~o~

Several chimes later, music began to play, a podmate fetching his lute to strum a melody as the eldest male, Cora Tempest, started the song,

"T'is a damn tough life full of toil and strife
We Suvanborn undergo
And we don't give a damn when the day is a’done
How strong Zulrav’s winds go
We're homeward bound from the arctic grounds
With a good ship taut and free
And we don't give a damn when we drink our rum
With the girls of Ol’ Lhavit"

Sing with me, lads!

The men of the pod began to sing eagerly as several of the women rolled their eyes, the Lia cast with a smirk upon her features as she shrugged,

"We'll let 'em have this one. They can suffer our songs on the way down."

Tydus eagerly joined in with the rest of his pod, laughter in his voice as he sang,

"Rolling down to Ol’ Lhavit, me lads
Rolling down to Old Lhavit
We're homeward bound from the arctic ground
Rolling down to Ol’ Lhavit

Once more we sail with a northerly gale
Through the ice, and wind, and rain
Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands
We soon shall see again
Two hellish seasons we passed away
On the cold Avanthal seas
But now we're bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to Ol’ Lhavit

Once more we sail the northerly gale
Towards our Suvan home
Our mainmast sprung, our lootin' done
And we ain't got far to roam
Our stans'l booms is carried away

What care we for that sound
A living gale after us
Thank the Gods we're homeward bound
How soft the breeze through the Suvan Seas
Now the ice is far astern
Them native maids, them tropical glades
Are awaiting our return
Even now their big, brown eyes look out
Hoping some fine to see
Our baggy sails running 'fore the gales
Rolling down to Ol’ Lhavit"

The singing lasted well into the pod's docking of the ship, the plank extended to Lhavit's dock as the crew, including Tydus himself, set about to reeling the sails. Lhavit was open to him, a laughter building upon the older Tempest's lips.

Several bells later.

The rest of the pod set about their business of attending to the upkeep of the ship, all intent on finishing as quickly as possible so they could make their way to a watering hole. Tydus, however, was overseeing the shipment of supplies. His business for the pod entailed negotiating deals and overseeing trade with the 'normals' on the docks. And he found it an enjoyable task. As the night progressed, the Tempests parted off into the taverns.

But, Tydus stayed behind. He noticed a head bobbing behind several isolated barrels, the stench of ale clear from them, and he wondered if someone was trying to steal their drink. Unarmed, for he never needed a weapon, the Tempest prepared himself to call out in Fratava for a podmate to assist him, but he decided to begin first with wondering who the bloody petch the intruder was,

"Oi, you! Whaddre doin' here? Tryin' to steal me ale? Stow away?"

The Tempest would not come across as angry. Rather, there was a marked smile upon his lips, yet another laugh present in his speech. He was, in essence, mocking her because of how silly she looked stowed away on the deck rather than the galley or somewhere more spacious.

Fratava | Hypnotic Fratava | Common | Hypnotic Common

[Cyna Redsun]

Cyna had been huddled up on the deck of the ship for what felt like an eternity but that all changed when she heard a person call out to her, questioning what she was doing hiding on their ship. Her felt like it was going to beat out of her chest, her breath becoming short and quicker with each passing tick. Cyna stood up quickly her hands balled up in fist her knuckles white and her fingernails digging into the palm of her hands. She was scared there was no way to get past that and she assumed she looked pretty pale and ragged. Cyna had never really been in a fight before, her parents where pretty guarded over her.

“W-w-wh-what a-are y-y-you going to d-do with me?!” she blurted out her voice breaking up as she spoke. Cyna had no idea who this man was and had heard stories of what happen to women at night, she had thought that she might have been at sea by now. She hadn’t really thought her plan through when she stowed away up, what would have happen to her if she had been taken out to sea. None of these things had mattered at that point, but with each passing chime as she faced this unknown man those thoughts and doubt came bubbling to the surface of her psyche.

She wanted to run but her legs wouldn’t move, it wasn’t as if this man was terrifying. It was almost as if somewhere in her mind she knew she was destined to meet this man. Cyna felt a tear run down her cheek; she wiped hurriedly her eyes puffy with redness. She didn’t understand where the tears where coming from she knew she was afraid, but she wasn’t that scared was she. Cyna knew she couldn’t be this weak, what her elder brother would think if he saw her now crying in front of a stranger.

She had to take a stand and defend herself, she needed to muster all the courage she could and tell this man of the sea off.

“You just back away Sir!” she said in a stern voice taking a step towards the man before freezing up again, It had taken almost all her willpower to speak to the man like that, needed to get stronger to take charge. It was time for a change and she could feel that this man was going to help her become that person.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The young Svefra immediately quirked a brow when the girl burst out at him. She was obviously terrified. That much was easy to see. But, was there more to it? A greater trouble that the Tempest could not identify? Taking a moment, he set about to consider the possibilities. The first could be fear of being caught. An obvious choice. Was there more to it? The Tempest could easily spend bells trying to figure out the extreme wake and pull of why the girl had burst out. However, he found it to be unnecessary. She had stowed away on his pod's ship, and while the girl was by no means ugly to behold, she was, in her fear, not an asset worth keeping on.

Or was she?

Perhaps the Tydus had ran himself into a scared, if useful resource. If he could calm her down, he could easily look into it. But, in that, Tydus wondered if it was worth the hassle of it all. A moment passed before he decided that it was. Alone, distressed, panicked. While the young Svefra was not one to boast of endless generosity and kindness in his heart, he was also not one to leave a woman in suffering. The fairer sex deserved to wear smiles upon their faces. After all, it was the life of a Svefra to serve the Lia, the eldest female, of their Pod. And thus, Tydus was raised into a desire to help women.

Doesn't look like her life's in danger or anything. Maybe she's just scared. Stowing away on a ship... probably means she's trying to run away from something.

With a new moment's passing, Tydus neither took a step forward, nor did he move back. Rather, he raised his hands to shoulder level as formed an intention for his voice to take a kind, soothing tone. The young girl aboard the Fist was distressed. Panicked. Irrational, and the Tempest wished to nullify a possible threat, as well as encourage the woman to calm down. Tydus was concerned about his safety, but primarily, it was the tears that touched him.

She's seriously crying... I'll try my best to help her out. One step at a time.

Djed welled within the Tempest. He tapped into his reservoir, reaching into the aether of the soul and drawing from it the weave of djed. He sought not to weave his djed into his eyes, but rather his voice. It welled within his vocal cords, resonating with him as his lips parted, his voice taking the smooth tone he sought after. Akin to silk, the Tempest's voice demanded attention. The accented Common emerged from his lips as his eyes radiated a warm stare,

"What em I goin to do with you, lass? Nothin'. Why don't ye come on out? We can pour a glass of ale, talk things out. I wanna know why yer on me ship."

The words were meant to be taken as directly as possible, however, the Tempest implanted an emotional response, as well as a general suggestion into the girl's mind. He sought to elicit calm from her, implanting the seed of it into her mind, and with it, also attempting to imbibe into her the belief that Tydus was trustworthy.


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[Cyna Redsun]

The man had begun to attempt to comfort her and her first thoughts were that no stranger was ever going to be able to comfort her. She had no reason to trust this stranger, even though she had been the intruder and all logic pointed to him not trusting her. It was strange though the more she starred into his warm eyes and let his words play back in her head. The calmer Cyna felt, she couldn’t help but feel like this guy wasn’t a bad guy.

It had taken only a few chimes before her tears dried up, leaving her yellow-green hazel eyes surrounded by a soft red puffiness. She didn’t know why she felt like she could trust this stranger from the sea, but she knew that trust had already begun to build in her. He wasn’t going to hurt her, she would be fine. It didn’t take long for her thoughts to drift as she wondered what ale taste like taking a few side steps past the crates and barrels.

Cyna now stood within arm’s reach of the man and felt safer next to him then she did in her own bed back home. Her own emotion storm had changed from a raging sea of fear to one of love, she didn’t love the man but she felt an uneasy, energetic and felt like her heart was beating like an angry child plays the drums. Holding her hand out to the man for him to take and lead her she said in a soft voice.

“I wouldn’t mind a drink, umm I was running away. This was a strange ship and I thought that it was going out to sea soon. My names Cyna.”

She felt a heat radiate from her cheeks when she smiled at the man, the blood had rushed to her cheeks and blush she did. Cyna felt strange and giddy as she looked upon the man. She somehow knew in the back of her mind that this man was going to cause her life to detour from the predetermined fate she had resigned too.

[Tydus Tempest]

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The Tempest listened intently to her words, then looked up at the sky. Syna's path through the sky had declined in the girl's time on the ship, Leth taking prominence in the sky, his hold over the celestial sphere waxing. It was almost laughable that someone would think that the pod would begin to sail in the night. Without Syna to light the way, the seas were an invitation to destruction. Though the pod had indeed sailed at night, to begin a journey in the depths of the darkness was not an intelligent idea. Very far from it. It told Tydus that the girl that invaded the sloop was not one he needed to fear. She was naive. Tydus simply nodded twice and repeated the name, "Cyna," aloud.

Tydus reached behind the barrel and retrieved two glass mugs, placing one above the nearby barrel of ale. The other was placed beneath the tap before Tydus flipped it, ale pouring and producing a frothy film over the amber liquid. The Tempest had tilted the cup before, the froth minimal, but visible, and when the first mug was done, he filled the second the very same way. He sealed the tap and carried both mugs towards Cyna, handing her the first before seating himself on the ground and inviting her to join him.

"Strange circumstances to meet a lovely girl in, but I ain't gonna kick ye off the ship if ye don't cause a fuss. Makes sense to run away from a life away from the sea."

The Tempest nodded once before taking a sip from his mug. He was rather glad for the company, a rather delighted expression cast upon his lips. It was completely contrary to the puffy red countenance that Cyna displayed. Tydus exuded a very confident facade, laughter present upon each breath, his smile not far away from his lips. It was something he reveled in, the life of a Tempest, for they cared little to cry or lament. Any circumstance could be turned to celebration, and thus, Tydus celebrated. However, it seemed that his company would perhaps need a bit of encouragement to feel the same way.

Tydus detested misery. Listening to the overblown problems of others was a downer upon his own mind and he preferred to simply cast them aside. Re-direct the problems, the feelings and replace them with something else. And thus, if Cyna decided to sit herself next to him, Tydus would allow his djed to well again. His lips vibrated with the swell of the energy, aflame with the pleasure that came with the mustering of magic before he leaned forward to press his lips to the woman's cheek. The touch lasted for several moments, the Svefra weaving his djed and impressing yet another emotional response within Cyna.

He sought to comfort her, to cast away the negativity that spurred her tears and instead replacing it with a sensation of trust, in the Tempest himself. He had found that by invoking Hypnotism by touch, one could implement it in ways that words could not quite extend. Sensory amplification was perhaps one of the more primal, useful ways to invoke Hypnotism. However, it required supplementation, as well. So, Tydus caressed her cheek next, his smile brightening all the more, pleasure rolling through his senses as the manifestation of the magic as he asked,

"Did ye want to come with us? I think we can keep ye on for long enough for the Lia not to want to come back to Lhavit. Can't say what awaits ye when they see ye've been tucked away, but yer not going to go back 'ome, at least."



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