Take Back the Crown

Ayda blushed as well , but seeing as Oceana was blushing too , it wasn't as embarrassing.


Seeing as the woman seemed interested in the others , Ayda decided to stay quiet and enjoy the moment while Oceana walked over to the others.


(I might not be as active because my parents are making me revise and study every single day in all of my free time ^^" )
 
Foxrun couldn't help but laugh,throwing his arms up "No need to worry! I really hope not to get on your bad side too." He then grinned and cracked a joke back at her "as long as it's nothing containing too much iron, I think I could handle it." But as much as he joked, he honestly felt like she could easily defeat him if she ever intended to actually harm him. She just had this sense about her that gave away she knew how to use that sword well. "You really seem to admire that sword, don't you?" He asked then saw someone approach them from his peripherals, astonished to see it was the fiery elven lady who seemed to still dislike him


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(Sorry guys, 12 and a half hour shift at work so I haven't had a chance to drop in much D: )
 
The elf maiden stuck herself right in triangular formation to the other two, arms crossed in her usual standoffish nature.


She tilted her head in a show of curiosity, a most animalistic motion.


"I'm also interested in answer of that question... No in fact I have more" Oceana said softly, voice calm with a cold undercurrent.


She really wasn't good at trying to make new friends.


"How heavy is it exactly? When was it forged? Where?"


Unable to control her interest the lithe elf stepped closer, peering at Nameen, clearly making her slightly uncomfortable. Her voice turned just slightly breathier, contemplating the amazing metal the other woman's sword must be made of.


"What do you use to sharpen it? Has it ever had to be repaired?"


Resisting the urge to reach behind the taller woman and commandeer her sword, Oceana clenched her hands and unclenched them in a flutter.


"May I see it?" She asked, accented voice quiet.


She gasped suddenly.


"Could I perhaps inspect it?! Hold it?!" She exclaimed before whispering, almost to herself. "While we're bored to death on the ship of course."


Oceana had stalked uncomfortably close to Nameen now, blazing ultramarine eyes meeting slate grey.


"Well?"


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Phaedra's attention drifted towards the young woman who looked like death - she hated to say - and the young man who really looked like an older male version of Valeiah. The resemblance really was uncanny. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of the siblings quarrel. Phaedra could really see the love that was there. What was it like to have siblings? Others you grew up with and related with? Watching them was bittersweet. There was a tickle of jealousy somewhere tugging at her heartstrings.

She shifted her focus back to her friend that she was comforting. She would introduce herself later when she made sure Bo was not going to have a mental breakdown.​
 
In this moment, Nameen felt like a startled turtle retreating immediately back into her shell.


She found herself caught slightly off guard, her eye flickering back and forth from Oceana and Foxrun.


"....."


Nameen fiddled with the hem of her cloak, flustered, and trying to remember which question had come first. Oceana stepping directly up into her face was also not exactly helping to jog her memory.


"It's- it is my most valued possession," she began after an elongated pause, her voice noticeably lower. "I've had it for five years and counting, and it was forged in the mountain ranges far west of here-" She opened her mouth to speak again, then closed it, her mind wiped blank. What was next? What had she been about to say?


Seeing as it was quite obvious that Oceana was itching to see her weapon, as well as to break the awkwardness, Nameen reached up and unsheathed the blade slowly with the usual satisfying shing.


Keeping a firm grip on the hilt, (as the curious elf seemed as if she were about to steal it) she held it out in front of her, displaying the sword with a well hidden pride.


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Valeiah gasped and punched him. "You left my precious mare tied up with someone?!" She shrieked. "Excuse me, she's mine. And she's fine." Alo rolled his eyes. "Mapiya always has liked me more than you. I give her sugar cubes more often than you." Valeiah said. "Which basically means she's mine."
 
At the sight of the shining blade, Oceana immediately made to reach out to touch it but thought better of it and settled for simply holding them out to the sword as if warming her hands with it.


Holding her face strangely close, the elf breathed along the blade, studying it intensely all the while.


"It doesn't cloud from my breath... Strange." She whispered to herself.


Withdrawing a small, metal disk from her waist pouch she poised it above the metal near the hilt. Oceana looked up at Nameen questioningly.


"May I? Just a wee tap..?"


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Foxrun seemed just as shocked by the barrage of questions she had spewed at the other woman. Where has this all come from??? She hadn't appeared this curious towards something, at least not that he had seen thus far. "I think you're overwhelming her Oceana." He chuckled as he watched her continue to press for answers. He had no idea what she was trying to test but he did speak up "five years? And in such great condition." He marveled, whistling as she carefully showed it off. "Tis a beauty for sure."


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(You can continue your conversation on the way to the boat or on the boat! I just want us to set sail soon. We got well over 1000 posts, and no crown pieces yet!)





The group managed to fit the wagons onto the Wave Breaker, fastening them on the deck. They led the horses below where it was safer. They would definitely need them during their journey across the desert.


Yaroslav grinned as he made his way to the helm of the ship, sliding his hands along the smooth carven wood. It had been a long time since he had maneuvered a ship, it brought back memories of the days the youth of his tribe would take boats out across the ocean, hunting for fish with spears in the depths. He had learned how to hold his breath for a considerable amount of time, though he could just use a spell to create an oxygen bubble. At the time, he had to do things the hard way.


As he looked at the blue ocean beyond, he wondered how he would work the ship without a crew. He turned and gazed down at the people below him, "Does anyone know boat anatomy?" He called, "I will need assistance as I steer the ship."


Svetlana knew, and she would help of course, but she was old and her body was not as strong as it once was. He needed a couple other able bodies who at the same time, needed to understand what commands he was barking.
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Valeiah had yelled at Alo until he gave up and went to get their horse back and bring her on board. Valeiah loved that horse with all her heart. She loved the horse more than she loved her own brother.
 
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Oceana's elven ears twitched in disappointment as she noticed their party boarding the ship. She sighed loudly, rolling her sea-green eyes.


Leaving Nameen and her sword behind, she ran up the dock and vaulted up into the ship, and climbed up to the small crow's nest of the middle mast.


Breathing in the sea air deeply, She settled down for the night, her keen eyes on the horizon, ready to alert the others of anything strange out there.
 
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Thora heard Yaroslav's request for help, and to her dismay, couldn't even find the strength to voice her refusal. The struggle to get on the boat was already hard enough! There was no way that she could merrily prance about the boat while working with ropes and whatnot. She wasn't even sure she would be strong enough to help even if she wanted to. So, she did what any logical person with a fear of the sea would do, and plopped down by the mast and held on tightly. She only used one arm to wrap around the thick, wooden post though, as her other hand was still preoccupied with rubbing the stone on her necklace. At this point, she wasn't sure how well it was working but she refused to give up and rubbed it with even more fury in hopes that her discomfort would magically go away.
 
"I'm rather familiar with it." Garrett responded as he heard Yaroslav's question. Traveling had dragged him into ships more that once, and he had to help out more often than not.


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Phaedra helped Bo aboard the boat and by 'helped', she mostly offered moral support through her silent presence beside him as she guided him with a literal gentle hand. Hearing Yaroslav's call for deckhands, she frowned. Unfortunately, this was her first time on a boat and she had absolutely no clue about the first thing to do when operating a boat.

"Ah, my apologies, Yaroslav. I do not know how to operate a boat." She frowned. "I can manipulate the wind for us, if need be."

She chose not to mention the fact that this would take a fair amount of her concentration. If she were needed elsewhere, she figured her offer would be declined. Phaedra had noticed a gentle breeze, but she didn't know if that would be enough to set them for a quick voyage across the waters. Looking at the joy some of the others had for being on the water - in severe contrast to poor Bo and Thora - she wasn't sure they wanted the trip to be all that quick, despite the quest for the crown pieces looming over them.

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Bo felt useless. Utterly useless. If anyone needs a stress ball, I am literally it. A ball of stress. That is me. But that was all he was useful for at the moment. Despite appearing pretty... average, on the outside, he so badly wanted to scream, or jump off the boat (back onto the land, but never in the water). He was forever thankful for Phaedra's support, but he knew there was only so much she could do. Knowing she was there, and around, he found that he wasn't shaking (as he had anticipated). He gave her a soft "Thank you," before he gradually left her side. But this was something that ultimately, he himself would have to just... get over. He knew it wasn't going to be an incredibly long voyage. They were sailing across a lake, so that meant it would be relatively short, in comparison to sailing out into the sea. But he also remembered that this would not be their last expedition out on the waters. He could remember seeing Svetlana's thin fingers hovering over the sea (he had shivered) when she was pointing to the several different places on the map that they would have to go to to retrieve pieces of the crown. Maybe this will prepare me for that. It sounded much easier thought than done, though.


Having been already weak in the knees because of sheer terror, he knew he would find it even more difficult to walk as the ship too sail. If he could barely handle being on a boat, he would not anticipate to gain "sea legs" so soon, or at all. Thankfully, however, it wasn't the movement of the ship that bother him. He wasn't prone to having a weak stomach, so he began to devise a plan. Since I already know I'll be useless as a ship-mate - and he was sure everyone else had already figured that out as well, much to his dismay - I can hide inside the ship, below deck. Maybe even with the horses. I'm sure Santo could use some company. She gets lonely pretty easily.





Perfect. He proceeded to walk with caution, a pull of hesitance at almost every step. Even when the boat was still, it felt uneasy. There was just the slightest bit of movement as he put his weight on the ship. He swore he could feel it. He had almost made his way to the door to go down below, but he spotted Thora holding onto the mast for dear life. He looked at her, then at the door. Then there and back again. With a small huff he quickly made his way over to her, being light on his feet. He did his best to mask the anxiety in his voice with a nervous smile.


"Hey, uh, do you think you could handle being down below deck? Because, uh, that's where I was going to go. For the time being. It just seems like a, uh, more... hidden... place?" He really did sound as unsure as he felt. He didn't want to say it was safer because if the ship went down, then what was closer to the water would go first. And I can't really swim. He also didn't want to say that it was a better place to panic either. Not that that was what he intended on doing. Although, now, he wasn't sure why he was inviting anyone to join him to maybe do just that.


"I just feel like I'd feel more at peace with the horses. I don't know about you." Well, he wasn't lying. The biggest plus about going below deck, however, was that he wouldn't be able to see the water, and that, maybe, just maybe, he could pretend that he was not in a boat.

 
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Nameen let out a sigh of relief as the group began to shuffle onto the boat, though she figured that Oceana would be back for more sword inspections eventually.


The wind seemed to become more active as soon as Nameen stepped onto the wood-planked deck of the ship. She shivered a little, pulling her thick cloak tightly around herself as she squinted towards the seas awaiting them. It was quite the sight. Brilliant blue surfaced waters stretched out for as long as she could see, before fading into the cloud dotted sky. Nameen could imagine varieties of water dwelling creatures hidden under the lapping waves and below.


With everyone either finding a task or making themselves comfortable as possible, Nameen felt to be in the way just standing and admiring the ocean. She shook her gaze away from the pristine sight, and made her way towards the back end of the ship. She found an empty nook in the shade and set herself down to enjoy the sounds of the water rushing repeatedly against the boat's side.
 
Thora managed to stop rubbing the stone and realized that her thumb was very sore. Whoops. She looked up as Bo approached her and asked her to join him below deck. "Yes! Please," she said a little too excitedly at the offer to be with the horses and not have to worry about staying on deck. She followed him down, struggling to remain completely balanced even though the soft waves that lapped against the ship were so soft that the boat barely rocked.


She was more than thrilled to see her horse and she wrapped her small arms around his neck. She ran her hands through his soft mane and gave it a soft smile. That's when she turned to Bo and offered him a smile as well. "Thank-you," she said quietly, "This is much better."


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Foxrun practically stalked around the deck for a moment, getting a feel for its layout. Then he heard the call for any hands that would be able to provide assistance. "I can help." He offered "just tell me what I'm doing. I've been on boats a few times before this." Although he wasn't always part of the crew before, he did pick up on plenty of tricks to help them out. He then quickly added "And I'm great at knots if that helps place me somewhere." He actually had plenty of hobbies that involved intricate weaving or tying now that he thought about it. Anything to keep myself occupied instead of bugging the elders with senseless curiosity.





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Lucasta was unfamiliar with a boat. She's never been outside of the castle or the village, so this was a first time on a boat. However, Lilith has travel far and wide and has needed to use a boat one too many times.


"I can assist." She called up to the red haired man. She looked at Alo and shrugged. "We'll talk later." She elbowed him, then went sprinting up towards Yaro to see if he needed assistance. "Anything I can do you help?" She asked, not sure if he would remember her from years ago. Jinx leaped from her shoulder onto Yaroslav's, and played with his braid.
 

(Bear with me, I know next to nothing about boats.)


Yaroslav smiled, "It has been a long time, Lilith." He pet the cat on his shoulder. He looked at the hands who offered, three would be enough to manage. Though, if they were making a voyage across the sea, they would need a large crew, and an even bigger boat.


He took a step away from the helm, "I need you three to loosen the sails." He turned to Phaedra next, "Once they're loose, would you mind giving us a boost? I'll occasionally ask for a blast of air whenever we are slowed."


Despite his love for the water, Yaroslav knew that Thora and Bo were completely out of their element (literally), and he wanted to make this a quick trip.


He returned to the helm, "Alright! Set the sails!"
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Lilith nodded, as Jinx jumped to the ground, to wander the boat. Lilith went to the side of the boat, and climbed the net to the top of one of the sails, and undid them, letting them be free to the wind.

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Oceana quickly grew a bit bored all alone, which was unusual for an person both elves and humans had avoided quite frequently. Maybe it was because she had grown a bit used to the others around, making noise and such.


The elf hopped up and hung over the basket of the crow's nest, looking down at the people she called ally.


There was Phaedra, poised near the sail, ready to add a puff of wind magic if need be. Yaroslav's bulky frame was up at the helm, fitting the part of seasoned ship captain quite well.


She panicked for a split moment when she couldn't find the giant Bo or lithe Thora but her sensibility quickly deducted that they were below deck. Hjalmar seemed to just have picked a spot to stand around in and Nameen had followed in similar fashion, sitting in the shade in a corner. Svetlana was up near Yaro, perhaps giving him directions.


Ayda seemed to be just standing along the hull, seemingly afraid of the water and fascinated all at once.


And then there was Valeiah with her giant fluffy ponytail.


Wait...


But Valeiah has... What?


Narrowing her keen eyes, the elf looked closer at the fluffy mop of brown hair below her.


That isn't Valeiah? Who is that?


She hopped right over the crow's nest and fell head first into the net right above the not-Valeiah, falling through and catching herself with her legs folding over a rope.


This landed her face to face with the Valeiah look-alike, with her hanging upside down, ebony hair swishing through the air below her.


"Who are you?" She asked with measured suspicion.


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"No problem," Bo replied with a weak smile, as he proceeded to pet his own horse. Unlike Thora, he didn't hug it, but instead gently held his horse's head and pet it's snout. You don't seem to like the ocean much either, do you. While there was clearly nothing in the vein of telepathic communication happening, he read the horse's flip of its mane as a yes.


The peaceful momemt of him petting his horse however was soon interrupted by the ship setting sail. He had to widen his stance a bit to strengthen his balance as he felt the ship begin to rock with the push of the waves and water. "I-I think I'm gonna sit down," he mumbled quietly to himself, finding a wall and a corner to sit and nest himself in.


He focused on breathing. In, and out. In, and out. Like the movement of the ship. Rise, and fall. Rise, and fall.


Don't freak out.





He looked over at Thora (she really wasn't that far away - the corner was near), not feeling particularly up for conversation, but hoping it would help some.


"You and your horse seem pretty fond of each other," he observed. "Do you, uh, get along well with most animals?"


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"Who am I?" Alo stared back at her with no expression. "Who are you? And who gave you the honor of asking all the questions?" He mumbled. Valeiah kicked his ankle. Hard. Then ran off to go stare at the water as they voyaged off. Alo looked like he was in pain. "I never knew I would have the honor of being personally interviewed by an elf. Doesn't your kind hate humans? Or do they just think we're nitwits?" He added with the same tone of voice.


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Oceana scowled hard at the tanned human. After getting a better look at his face he very much looked like Valeiah.


A relation of some kind.


The elf sniffed and scrunched her nose as if she had smelled something foul.


"Oh look" she jibbed,"an even more rotten version of Valeiah."


She then proceeded to hold her chin with one hand and cupped that arms elbow with her other; a mockingly contemplative pose.


"What's wrong, boy? Left you to pickle in the cellar a wee bit too long, did they?"


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