Post by Pridham Collett on Jul 9, 2014 15:28:21 GMT
Aguans. Home. She had grown up here, and sometimes Pridham just had to stop and enjoy the view. Why did she keep coming back? There was something about the pull of the wind, the feeling of saying to the sail master to turn that ship around and head back home, that always ended up feeling right. Now, don't get her wrong. She had no desire to stop sailing. The open ocean was much more of a home to Pridham than some rickety old island with rumours of dragons, but her mah? That was home. The senile old hag was getting to the age where if Pridham didn't visit her, she was rather certain she'd end up forgetting about her. Then again, she was also hard on the captains head. A bit too hard.
"You and yer father both! Obsessed with that damned boat!"
"Yah know, if yah really appreciated me, yah'd stop in more than just once a month."
"Aint gonna find love if yah keep dressing like the harsh ends of a man's a--"
Which was about when she up and left.
Her small hometown still smelt like... well, home. Piss and ale, and the fragrance of gardens and new growth. The docks glimmered in the distance, the sun bouncing off the water in a brilliance of lights. The view was always what got her. The island was small, but it sure was pretty. Children, dirty knee'd and screeching, dashed by, practically still babes and with no parents in site. Pridham had been one of those once. Of course, she had led a small gang of boys. Her father had always been proud of her... obstinance? It was hard to say just what that man had been thinking when he looked at her, sighed, and shook his head.
Now, as her crew moved throughout the town, drinking or gathering supplies, Pridham approached and stopped at a familiar booth. A ragged, bearded face, still young in the eyes but kissed by the sun, grinned back at her, leaning forward on the booth. Another villager, one who, despite Pridham's attempts to get him to up and come with her, had always remained a homebody. Childhood friends remained close, however--and he helped her when she needed it.
"I'm searchin' for crew, Vencel."
"You mean you're not just here to see my pretty mug?" There was very little 'pretty' about it anymore. Pridham, as he flashed a grin at her, could see a missing tooth that hadn't been there last time she had stopped at the island. Her eyebrows jumped up. His did too, though on of them was lost in the scraggly wave of his hair, "Aint no ships been in for weeks, Prid. The locals are taking over."
Of course. "If you keep giving me dead ends, I'm gonna have to find a new source, Ven."
"Now that's just cruel, Prid! What if I told you about a new rumour bout that old dragoon of ours--" He laughed at her exasperated sigh, before shrugging, "Go talk to some of the locals, or maybe a visitor or two. Not many, but they might have some info. Whether it'll be about crew, or treasure, I dunno. Guess I'm a horrible informant."
"You are, along with being a pansy ass." That just made him laugh, and the first smile was shared between the two, mutually, since she had arrived. A few more words, an apple in her hand, tossed up in the air repeatedly, and a wave later, and Pridham left behind Vencel to do just what he had told her too. The apple crushed under her teeth satisfyingly. Aguans had to have something curious about it since she had last explored it.
"You and yer father both! Obsessed with that damned boat!"
"Yah know, if yah really appreciated me, yah'd stop in more than just once a month."
"Aint gonna find love if yah keep dressing like the harsh ends of a man's a--"
Which was about when she up and left.
Her small hometown still smelt like... well, home. Piss and ale, and the fragrance of gardens and new growth. The docks glimmered in the distance, the sun bouncing off the water in a brilliance of lights. The view was always what got her. The island was small, but it sure was pretty. Children, dirty knee'd and screeching, dashed by, practically still babes and with no parents in site. Pridham had been one of those once. Of course, she had led a small gang of boys. Her father had always been proud of her... obstinance? It was hard to say just what that man had been thinking when he looked at her, sighed, and shook his head.
Now, as her crew moved throughout the town, drinking or gathering supplies, Pridham approached and stopped at a familiar booth. A ragged, bearded face, still young in the eyes but kissed by the sun, grinned back at her, leaning forward on the booth. Another villager, one who, despite Pridham's attempts to get him to up and come with her, had always remained a homebody. Childhood friends remained close, however--and he helped her when she needed it.
"I'm searchin' for crew, Vencel."
"You mean you're not just here to see my pretty mug?" There was very little 'pretty' about it anymore. Pridham, as he flashed a grin at her, could see a missing tooth that hadn't been there last time she had stopped at the island. Her eyebrows jumped up. His did too, though on of them was lost in the scraggly wave of his hair, "Aint no ships been in for weeks, Prid. The locals are taking over."
Of course. "If you keep giving me dead ends, I'm gonna have to find a new source, Ven."
"Now that's just cruel, Prid! What if I told you about a new rumour bout that old dragoon of ours--" He laughed at her exasperated sigh, before shrugging, "Go talk to some of the locals, or maybe a visitor or two. Not many, but they might have some info. Whether it'll be about crew, or treasure, I dunno. Guess I'm a horrible informant."
"You are, along with being a pansy ass." That just made him laugh, and the first smile was shared between the two, mutually, since she had arrived. A few more words, an apple in her hand, tossed up in the air repeatedly, and a wave later, and Pridham left behind Vencel to do just what he had told her too. The apple crushed under her teeth satisfyingly. Aguans had to have something curious about it since she had last explored it.
