Sylph
Fickle
Location: Salvager Deck --> Cabins
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"Look at Leo," Eiru said, sounding delighted as she peered over the side. "Isn't he so dashing when at sea?" No doubt she had that sly smile painted across her lips. Ymir snorted, staring up at the sky.
"That's just Leo," she said. His charisma was as much a skill as his poetry, no matter how vain people decided it made him. Besides, as much as Eiru gave her flak for obsessing over maps, Ymir hadn't once seen the witch spare more than a passing glance for anything outside research tombs. Given their lifespan they wouldn't be in any rush, but she did sometimes wonder if they weren't lonelier than they let on.
"Combine: song and poetry. Enhance: emotional effect. Seek: target." She watched the runes form above her, examining the ancient scripts for the brief moment they were suspended in time before the magic took effect. Eiru's ability was unlike most Ymir had seen before. The closest she'd ever come to a similar thing was in the ruins of old and ancient places, but even those were carved in stone. "Donate all mana."
Ymir paused, shooting up as she heard the final instruction but the spell was already taking effect. She ignored the rippling wake of the magic in favour of catching Eiru before she could topple over - it would break more than a few bones if she fell from the roost and Ymir was suddenly twice as glad she'd been ordered to come up instead of staying on deck.
"Seriously?" she muttered. How the hell am I meant to get you down now?
They were small, at the very least. She could have picked up a child for all the difference it made. Briefly she considered using her glider to get down, but with the added difficulty of holding onto Eiru on top of the unnatural winds, that could end quite badly. Hardly worth it when there was a far less risky, and albeit less desirable, option.
"Say Hanzel-" She heard Leo call out about halfway down the ladder. "You guys got any medicine or a healer on board that can do anything about a headache?" She couldn't focus too much on it given Scrapper's winds were still threatening to tear her off the rungs of the mast, but the severity lessened as she descended further. The whole ordeal was less nightmarish than she'd expected; having three points of contact made it much easier to stay anchored than stumbling around on two legs. "Also, would you happen to know where Ymir and Eiru are?"
"Here," she said, easing herself off the final few rungs onto the deck. WIth the worst of the rocking over staying upright had become somewhat easier. Ymir sighed as she made it down in one piece, relieved on Eiru's behalf but already missing the safety of the roost. "This lump knocked herself out using the last of her mana."
More precisely, donating all of it. Leo obviously hadn't thrown his all into it like Eiru, but even lower levels of depletion could be an issue. She'd found the effects could be similar to dehydration in the early stages. Ymir watched as Hanzel returned, handing Leo a rather dry looking stick for him to chew on until they made it into port. She recognised it for the powder that was a common ingredient in mana restoratives, but in its original form it probably wouldn't taste all that different from bitter bark.
"Well," Ymir said, shoulders slumping. A numbness had settled in the wake of all the action, and she suspected whatever magic Leo had used had worn off as well. "I'm going to go put this one down before I drop her." Hanzel was already elsewhere, organising the cleanup so they didn't arrive in port looking like they came out of a hurricane. She saw him talking to Ruvo, clapping the bard on the back with a promise him and Leo were welcome aboard any time. Many of the cannon crew were awfully interested in what other delightful tricks Freed had up his sleeve; Mani seemed to have following of people who looked like they wanted to congratulate her while fearing for their lives, and Shephard was drowning her sorrows in the steps to the helm. "...You should probably get some rest as well if you overdid it," she said. She noticed no one paid much mind to Eiru, but that was to be expected. The nature of her ability meant that it was usually her party members that ended up looking the most impressive.
The tossing of the ship had calmed somewhat and Ymir managed to get their tiny saviour into their bunk without a concussion, though she wasn't above grabbing their bag of holding immediately after, rummaging around inside for the journal they'd so kindly stolen out of her room. She considered, very briefly, grabbing out a pen as well to write on their face, before deciding it would be in bad taste. They'd pretty much settled their ealier score.
"So, sea monsters and mana sickness," she said, assuming Leo was still there. She dropped onto the end of one of the few beds built into the walls and cracked open the old spine. Paging through to her latest entry on the ice caverns she checked Eiru hadn't actually written the drivel she'd mentioned before. The pages were filled mostly with sketches of maps and region reports, as well as accounts of her expeditions, but there were a number of letters from her family bound into the pages that she wasn't totally comfortable having along on the journey. There was a reason she preffered to keep the book in her room, away from the dangers of the field. If she didn't return from a mission it was one of the few things she wanted to be sure would make it back to her family.
-thankfully, Eiru hadn't touched it, or Ymir may have drawn a mustache on her face after all. The mapmaker sighed, resting her head in her hands as she let the enormity of everything that had happened sink in. That she was actually on a boat, out at sea, and for the thus-far foreseeable future she wouldn't be getting out of it. "...what a fun entry this is going to be."