[IC Thread] Act 1, Scene 2 : Seas of Blue and Red... [Creation is your oyster]

Misora looked about the clear skies... But something irked her. "This must be the eye, right?" She looked back at the captain and Yoran, seeing if they followed her logic. "Eye of the storm." She was sure of it. No way would it be over just yet.
 
"Quite likely... but I think it might be safer to call it the tail of the storm..." Tsuynami tiredly nodded at the clear sky to the north... and the bank of clouds that awaited them to the east, west and south. It's clear that the wood aspected captain hadn't been as strong as she thought she could have been or that it had been harder to maintain the heading.


Slowly drifting in the calmness, the Contentious Dagger is soon joined by most of the flotilla... and those that did make it weren't in the best of shape, much like the ship that Misora and Yoran stood on.
 
"Are you okay, Captain?" Misora looked at Tsunami with obvious worry. "Maybe we should enjoy this calmness for the time being..." She looked at the ship and wondered how they'd be able to take another storm. The SAME storm.
 
"I'll be fine... just tired," She shook her head. "We have some time... barring the use of charms or strong winds, I don't see us drifting into the other side."
 
"You should rest, Captain." Misora rubbed Tsunami's back with a smile. "We'll need you later. Better if you're rested up."
 
"Fine fine..." she smiled before wandering off to her cabin leaving the other two dragonblooded on the deck, her anima flux flickering around her before dying down.
 
She sighed as she watched the ever so pleasant smelling captain enter her cabin. Filled with relief and disappointment at the same time, she turned to Yoran with an awkward smile. "The more rest she gets, the better our chances are."


Misora soon began to miss the flowery aroma of Tsunami, which had by now been replaced with the scent of the salt in the air. The young Air Aspect felt rather sticky from the sea water splashing on her during the storm. Her discomfort was obvious. "I can't wait to change clothes..."
 
Surrounded by the sea, the scent of brine will be hard to get rid of or at least to stop smelling it. Tis said that those who spend a live time upon the seas don't smell it, having gotten so used to it that they have the opposite... where they smell the lack of salt water.
 
The young Air Aspect sighed loudly, looking back towards the other ships, softly to herself "What should we do...?" Misora didn't want to lose any more people. And she really wanted to make it through the next part of the storm.


"I wish I could help more..."
 
"Unless you have mastered a spell to bind the winds to your will, there is very little we can do," Yoran said. "Oh well, actually, there are options: summoning an air or water elemental with influence over the weather, or get a radeke to eat the storm... Scratch that: a batch, nay, a whole fuckload of radeken. Well, I doubt I will have the opportunity to conduct the summoning on a wooden ship. It would not get along with my anima flux - and besides, I need some calm."


He stretched his limbs. "I suppose I will have to sleep it off. I don't like it, but there is little I can do. Want me to get you something?" Yoran's offer was unusual, considering that a Dynast would have little inclination to being an errand boy. But then, he might have wanted to contribute in a way that would neither incinerate the ship nor be actual menial labor - ugh -, and a small attention to a peer would seem to fit the bill of the repairs to his ego.


Fuck the Blessed Isle's summoning regulations. I should have a whole army of spirits at my beck and call - manning my ship, shepherding the winds... I will have to correct that state of affairs once the opportunity will arise. The regulations and the fact that the Empress could send him to the far side of Creation to fulfill his obligation - the fact that, being the ruler of the Realm, she was already capable of doing precisely that did not comfort him in any way - had been one of the biggest let-downs of the aftermath of his graduation ceremony - he had been too full of his studies and conundrums on the Isle of Voices to really pay attention to these... downsides of the sorcerous calling, but deep down he yearned for the freedom to do pretty much whatever he pleased in the Threshold. Within reason, of course: he wouldn't bring shame to the name of Mnemon.


He would also immediately make sure that his luggage was properly secured in case an evacuation of the ship proved necessary.
 
Misora shook her head softly at Yoran's offer. "All I need is rest and peace of mind. The storm has got me... Worked up. Must be because I'm so in-tune with my element." She promptly sat down against the mast, sighing again. She looked up at Yoran with a small smile. "Thank you for offering, though. I would hate to trouble you."
 
The calm region was calm in that there were no winds for the ships to sail into or with, and so... the flotilla of ships were stuck. And judging by the signals being exchanged... it might be a good thing, given the relative damage aboard each of the convoy ships.
 
Laying down where she sat, Misora closed her eyes a moment. Drifting off slightly, waking up not too long after. She turned over to face the captain's cabin and sighed. She not-so-secretly wished to be in there right now. I'm disgusting. How could I think of things like that in a time like this? Despicable. Disgraceful. But... I miss her fragrance... Mmmmm... Fresh flowers.


Her mind trailed off like that for several minutes. And it got raunchier by the second. She tried to make sure no one could see the blush on her face, so she covered it with her arm, as if to block out the light from her eyes.
 
Yoran was distracted for a few moments, when he finally noticed the change in Misora. "Are you all right? Getting seasick after all? Do want me to take you to your cabin? I'll get a bucket - Captain Tsunami would not be happy if you stained her ship's deck..."
 
"No... Not seasick. Just... Distracted and tired." Misora weakly smiled reassuringly. Maybe more like... Lovesick... She let out another sigh as her mind wandered off again. The young Air Aspect was soon lost in her fantasies, a smile crosses her lips as well. Oh, if only I were in there... Well, I probably wouldn't have the guts to do that, though...
 
As Misora sighs... lovelorn to the concerned look of Yoran, the two dragonblooded can hear and more importantly see the sailors hard at work doing what repairs they can at sea under the watchful eyes of the shipwright.


If one were to observe the storm clouds in the distance, it is clear that as the dragon heads further south that the region of calmness is growing wider as the clouds head east and west respectively. Waves of darkness with leashed lightning.
 
Misora sits up promptly, looking to the west, then east... "Looks like we're in the clear for a little while." She stands up and stretches, yawning. "Maybe we should rest as well, Yoran? Or at least relax a little..."
 
As understanding dawned, Yoran raised his hand as if he was yawning, but it was actually to hide his grin.


Ooooh I get it now. I bet I'd make a fortune hiding blank dreamstones under your pillow and selling them off, naughty girl...


As the sky cleared, he massaged his neck. "I suppose we should take what respite we can get..." said the Dynast while looking at the toiling sailor. "What kind of relaxation do you have in mind? There is little to do on board. And I don't want to unpack my things to get my lyre or Gateway board."
 
"Ah, just a bit of laying down. Maybe some reading... That's always relaxing." Misora didn't notice Yoran's reactions, and if she did, she'd turn beet red. She ran her fingers through her hair as she started to walk about, just to stretch her legs. "You play the lyre, Yoran? I didn't know that."


So many people can play instruments. Huh.
 
"I learned the rudiments as a kid, before even my Second Breath," he said absent-mindedly. "This is not a talent I have cultivated. I sometimes play a tune to relax with the lyre I received from my mother, but to be honest I bet even a human could do better."


He made his way towards the cabins: "Yes, lying down would be good. I have only grimoires or treatises who require utmost focus thought - you wouldn't happen to have something... more suited to relaxation? A play, or short story?"
 
"I have a few short stories if you'd like to borrow one." She followed him towards the cabins with a smile. "I'm a fast reader... Of course I have to be, it's what my parents wanted me to do. Maybe I should've brought more books... Or something."
 
With the amount of damage taken by the ship, it's clear that they would need to stay where they were on the open seas for at least an hour.


In the distance as the dragon moved to the south, rain and lightning could be seen unleashed. Perhaps, getting into the calm region had been a good idea instead of simply trying to wait out the storm clouds before entering.


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Misora turned back around and watched the massive dragon travel southward. She wracked her mind, trying to figure out what it is... A small gust of wind blew by her as she stared at it, her eyes stern and serious. Why is it here? She bit her lip, in serious thought.


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1 success...


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BUT! I shall use Eternal Mind Meditation, wracking my mind to remember everything!


2m + 1 wp spent, activation roll: 3 Successes, good enough
 
As Misora searched the depths of her memories for lessons learned in the Heptagram... she remembers, the scent of her classmate's perfume as the instructor droned in the background about the various duties of the elementals...


From the least and smallest ones who reset the elemental essence of creation where they were to the mightest of the lesser elemental dragons who held such duties as being heaven's censors, as well as control of the various elements of Creation.


There was also the vague recollections of skimming her text books on notable elementals, such as who could be located in the various cardinal directions, such as Dhon Wang, the Warden Of The Rains Which Purge, Scholar Of The Lightning Wind... and a host of other impressive titles.


A lesser elemental dragon who had never been seen by Creation save in the most dire of situations. Previous attempts to summon such an august dragon has but a simple result; one got those who served him, but never has he been summoned.
 
Yoran continued walking to the cabins, until he realized that Misora was standing behind him, staring at the dragon, lost in her thoughts... He stopped, and asked: "Are you all right? Is something on your mind?"


Barring hot sweaty sex with Captain Tsunami, of course... Yoran reined in his imagination. Whoa, this is getting contagious. Note to self: summon a neomah once we reach our destination... I'll need some company to release my... tension. He shook his head. No, I'll make that two neomahs. I don't want her lusting after my demon servant too, so I'll get her her own.
 
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