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After succeeding in their quest, the intrepid crew of the Lisse Nwalme head home. An Assassin stays his hand, the secret of a concieved child stays hidden... and destiny weaves its twisted threads.
Greka had been sort of dumped on the deck with SunSong's first pass and was collecting herself when the second pass resulted in Glory crashing into the mast only to tangle and crash on deck ......on top of her. She was struggling to get up when Mel appeared to chide him.
Pushing with all her might she squirmed out from under, "You oaf!! Next time ask the Captain if you can sit on his cook."
She brushed herself off and went straight for the railling to heave.
Ro was thinking that Greka should really do something about that air sickness problem. He chuckled softly and winked at his nephew, then strode over to ease the Cook's illness with a little woven S'Hean magic. "Well, that was a job well done," he meant grabbing the gems, not what Greka was doing over the side.
"Let's see," he pulled a few of the baubles out, tossing the first one to Glory, "Water, seems to be you would like that one. Yes?" The next was tossed to Mel, "Earth. I have Aethyr, Greka here has fire, that leaves Air for our airborne friend. I really don't think Sable wants one." He gazed upwards at the lagging Black and shook his head.
A surprised roar rumbled out of the black as he snapped his head away from Sable and well out of her reach.
"HEY! Woman! What is it with you creatures wanting to box ears?" Callan shook his head briefly to clear the ringing, snorting as he did.
"You know, if you like flying..." Callan drifted high above the ship, waiting for air clearance. Once the other two dragons landed, Callan began a slow spiral downwards.
"I could show you around this place....there's a nice little chain of islands about 2 days flight from here, wonderful mixed drinks and the best roast pig all covered in brown sugar..."
Blue eyes flickered with sparked interest....after all, it had been a few days since he'd had a substantial meal. The dragon's head swiveled about one more time, eyeing his passenger, a slow, lopsided and toothy dragon grin covering his face.
She'd probably be pretty nice covered in brown sugar and roas...
"Nevermind...Just wrap your arms around my neck as best can and hang on okay?"
Black wings backstroked, setting up a small gale that threatened to set the Lisse Nwalme in motion again. Scales slid away, and in seconds, a winged, half-elven Callan Blackthorn, with Sable's arms locked around his neck, dropped to the deck with a heavy thunk.
GOOD GODS!
"How much do you weigh?"
Maybe that brown sugar idea had merit...she certainly weighed more than she appeared....
"I do hope you're not implying that I'm heavy" Sable retorted, "I weigh a damn sight less than you do!" Dark eyes glared at Callan. "Anyway, you can put me down now."
Ki squeaked and scrambled up onto the man's shoulder, his clawed forepaws clutching at his dark hair as he swayed with the ship. The little critter's eyes were brilliant with excitement and he was virtually bouncing up and down.
Ro didn't bother trying to contain his amusement, something about the Black dragon just struck a chord with him. Grinning madly he tossed the platinum armband in Callan's direction, sunlight glinting off the large diamond. "Air, for the airhead. Helmsman! Turn her South! Someone fix the sail Glory messed up!" The ship turned slightly in the water, heeling over as a slight turn was executed.
"Anyone want to be dropped off anywhere in particular? Its time for this ole boy to head home."
Melaina slid the bracelet onto her wrist. "I need to go let 'Loki find a new spot to move her hoard to... Cause I'm not going back there... " She smiled and stepped over towards Ro, catching him in a quick hug. "I'll probably end up back at Dara's or on Ingraleis before too long..." She grinned and then was gone, the flash of the blue portal the only reminder she had been there, that and the glistening scales of the blue dragon flying overhead only seconds after she'd disappeared.
"You know..." Callan turned to face Sable, twisting his head slightly and popping his neck, the chimera clinging to his head and chittering excitedly all the while. One finger poked Sable lightly on the chest as the half-elven form of Callan leaned close. "You..." Narrowed blue eyes scanned the tattooed woman for a moment, as the dragon growled almost silently.
"You just carry your weight well...must have heavy bones."
Callan sniffed and straightened, and caught the armband as it was thrown to him, his eyes not leaving the fair-skinned woman for several long seconds.
The sound of D'Riel's voice finally drew his attention away from the fragile seeming human, a crooked smile on his face...he loved winding women up...and age and weight usually did it quite well.
"Anywhere in particular?" The Black watched the Blue disappear into the sky, then shifted his eyes back to the green-eyed half-elven captain, then leaned against the railings casually.
"Not really...actually, I'm right where I'm supposed to be...until I hear otherwise. I'll stay with you until you reach port...and after that, I'll...be around..."
Topaz eyes flickered to the cook, a moment of softness reflected in the assassin's face, then gone. So, life stirred within her? He could feel it, could smell the slightest change in her scent, the very beginnings of the altering of her bodies hormones and pheromones. And knew damn good and well who the father was.
An interesting thing to know and remember.
The Black then looked towards the fair haired-elf he'd battle bonded to, and allowed himself to smile inwardly. Why would a Black give a tinkers damn about a fledging gold and his skinwalker?
Things were going to be complicated when he next saw his father...this ship was supposed to have been 'lost at sea' and all on board a meal for a rogue dragon.
But time was in Callan's favor...and after all, Nargus hadn't specified WHEN D'Riel was supposed to lose his life....
Which reminded him...
"D'Riel..." Callan jerked his chin back and reached tossed a velvet pouch in Y'Roden's direction.
"You had a theif on board...I believe that is yours..."
Greka had a brief reprieve from the nausea she had gotten she was thinking could only be from all that flying and excitement. Her eyes made contact with the topaz embers of Callan's and wondered what he saw as he looked at her since he was gazing with a odd expression on his face.
She took a look at the stone set in the torque she now wore wondering what sort of things it could do. But it was the Captain's inquiry as to their disembarking destinations that had her nervous. There wasn't anyplace to go back to nor did she have any idea where to go forward to. Things had gotten odd comfortable and she had not contemplated actually leaving the ship.
"I have no place I need to be I am open to suggestions." and she grinned cheekily at Y'Roden.
Glory was fascinated by the silver earring tossed his way. The watery blue stone was mesmerizing and both the elf and the dragon were lost in it until he realized he wasn't quite out of the way of folks and he found a disgruntled Greka atop him. He really hadn't minded and he would have loved for her to stay, but when she ran to the railing he was suddenly glad she'd moved as quickly as she had. He was abashed, thinking his wild flying as SunSong had caused her sickness. He gave Melaina a long-suffering look, then watched her disappear as Y'Roden asked folks where they were headed. He looked over at Callan and wanted to follow him. He wanted to follow both his uncle and Callan -- very much.
"I got here by accident... I could stay. I could go home." He looked up at his uncle, not sure if he'd just summarily be sent home.
Sable gave Callan a look that suggested the next time he tried to poke her in the chest he'd lose the finger before turning to reply to the Captain. "I have no place I really need to be either" she answered, "I was merely travelling for the sake of travelling when I joined this voyage and that has not changed. Drop me off at one port or another. I'm not fussy." From his perch on top of the black dragon's head, Ki chittered his agreement.
Ro caught the retrieved bag and eyed Callan curiously for a moment before his attention shifted to Sable. “Thank you. Well alright,” he said, “Let’s see where the wind and a portal takes us, shall we?" Grinning at the chattering Ki, the half-elf let his conduit yawn open within his soul and drew in the Aethyr, magnifying the magic he used to make a normal portal and opening a ship sized vortex.
The Lisse Nwalme pitched and tossed on the energy disturbed waters, then heaved forward through the portal, silhouetted in emerald green light before it, and the vortex … disappeared.
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