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

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

It doesn't get more uncommon than what I just did, lass.

[...yeahhhh, like there are threats to the totality of existence every day.]

[knitwit]

I have no place to assume otherwise.

[ Rose has no clue what to read of the situation. ]

Attempting to understand a ship's mystery was not my ideal plan.

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Not a lot o' those really work, in my experience.

[knitwit]

Is that so? That kind of felt a bit cryptic.

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Just because there's a plan doesn't mean that's the way things'll go.

[One soldier comes in through the back and the entire castle blows up. That was quite a long time ago but WELP.]

[knitwit]

I see. It's a bit naive of me to assume anything will go the way logic would entrust. Considering, being placed here was the last thing I hoped for waking up days ago.

[ She was a bit bitter sounding, but she didn't reflect that too badly. ]

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Doubt anyone would. Not necessarily that, either, sometimes you just don't see somethin' comin'.

[knitwit]

You're preaching to the choir with a sad song, my friend.

[ FUCK GAMES, SERIOUSLY. But, Rose handled it as well as she could. ]

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

[Faris smirks a bit. Singing was really more Lenna's job (she didn't master Bard for nothing.)]

So, who are you, then?

[knitwit]

Rose Lalonde. Nothing too spectacular besides that. And, you?

[ladieswhodresslikemen]

Faris.