01. Reflections upon the waves.

[knitwit]

[ Ah, another game and another chance to lose. It was all tugging at Rose Lalonde's cloaked collar; an obvious weight that nearly caused the collected and refined girl to lose her cool. As she had traversed through Mac Anu, learning as much as she could and memorizing the intricate pathways leading to each specific shop, she continued to seek out more.

At the very most, Rose refused to be 'lost' here.

Tugging her over sized book upon a thin silk strap against her shoulder, the pale girl continues onward. A moment or two passed until her bright eyes landed upon the docked ship.

She would glance around, seek an answer for a question she hadn't even asked yet. With a soft clear of her voice, among the few strangers that lurked the area, she spoke. ]

Pardon me for the intrusion, but does anyone have a clue of if this ship is set to sail or is it merely a decorative piece?

[ She noticed the rust upon the spikes that dug into the chain links which held the ship in place. It looked as if it hadn't left the dock in quite sometime. ]

Or at the very least, where it leads to on its voyage?

[ Curiosity killed the cat, it seemed, or perhaps it would give it some proper closure or allies. ]

Comments

[eightofseven]

I am not omnipotent, but depending on your definition of "god" you may otherwise be correct. Whether or not you can understand me, however, remains to be seen.

[knitwit]

I have a bad history of falling into the hooks of someone so curious about my nature.

Do you view me as some sort of anomaly or am I just assuming I'm some special case?

[eightofseven]

On the contrary, you are far from the first person I have shown interest in, particularly not here.

[knitwit]

Good. I'd hate to be focused upon.

Now, let me return the favor.

You seem a bit of an interesting fellow, but like your case, not the first one I've met.

So,

If you'd be so kind as to indulge me on why our conversation carries more riddles than answers for questions, I'd rather appreciate it than pulling my hair out in frustration in the long run.

[eightofseven]

Humanity is a race of unlimited possibility, and my interest lies in what they do with it, both in action and in thought.

[knitwit]

Unlimited possibility but limited confidence.

We refuse to seek more because we never think we can.

1/2

[eightofseven]

While this is generally the case when and where I am from...

2/2

[eightofseven]

...it was not always the case, and even now there are still exceptions.

If that is what you think, however, you may continue to do so.

[knitwit]

I don't necessarily think it. It's simply a moral and teaching that has been engraved into my psyche for years.

As well, the information and confidence passed down from each family member stays a constant until a drastic variable intercepts it.

I'm just waiting for that variable.

[eightofseven]

There may be someone here that could be just that.

[...except, you know, he's kind of silly. And hasn't been seen for a while.]

Now is not the time for that, though.

[knitwit]

Perhaps, but I don't like to wait for my future because of other people.

People are, as we've discussed, a bit unreliable.

[ She pauses. ]

Yes, back to this ship, if you do not mind...

[eightofseven]

If it were to have a destination, it would most likely be that island. It would not withstand a longer journey.

[Without really motioning to it, he draws attention to Hy Brasail, the isle in question.]

[knitwit]

Hm. Thank you. I'm assuming such an obvious visual in tie with the ship must have held some importance, or will.

[ She shrugs a bit, combing back a few strands from her vision. ]

Just something keeps bothering me about the boat, but I will drop it. It's not wise to focus on one area in a game, after all.

[eightofseven]

Particularly not when there are so many of them.

[knitwit]

Yes. Consider me bothersome and inquisitive for no damn good reason.

not actually his face at the moment

[eightofseven]

But you have one, and I would say that matters more.