OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part Nine

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has gathered plenty of henna and even woad, a blue dye, for some experiments with designs on Skellig's skin.

"The blue would look lovely on you, I think," she remarks. "Your fairer skin would show it off quite well. Though I am far more experienced in applying henna."

She's gathered bits and pieces of designs to look at for inspiration. Celtic style knots, viking style abstract patterns and stylized beasts, the mandala and floral type designs he's admired on her, and more.

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[brave_kreyu]

He shakes his head. "Was a farmer, before. Not many crews as will take on someone green as me, even for the lowest work on the ship."

His expression wavers. "Could be worse, a lot worse." Could be a LOT better too, goes unsaid.

[27_53]

"Would say working the soil might be easier on the hands," he says. "Might not be easier on the back, but I am not to say."

He cocks his head, curious. "Did you join this crew by choice? Or of necessity?"

[brave_kreyu]

"More necessity than choice," he replies. "Debts to pay, naught to pay them with." Skellig might feel the echoes of terrible decisions made for survival's sake.

[27_53]

Those echoes are loud enough to easily feel and pick up on, and Skellig nods in understanding, just ever so slightly.

"Would you farm again, if given the choice?" To elaborate, he motions at the horizon with one hand. "I know many men become tied to the sea, almost as if it is a mistress of theirs, unable to break away. I do not fault them," he says, almost amused. "She can be quite enjoyable."

(Is he talking about the sea or about mistresses? It isn't totally clear...)

"It is a siren's call, for some."

[brave_kreyu]

"I'd farm," he admits. "But I'm not likely to get the chance. The others say the sea will chew me up and spit me out before I earn enough to pay the debts."

"Did, did you meet her on the sea?" he asks, tilting his head ever so slightly toward Kreyu.

[27_53]

"No, about the furthest from it," he shakes his head. "I met her in the desert," he says. "By happenstance, truly. I was a traveler seeking shelter, and she happened to be along my path."

He glances over at Kreyu, who is sleeping soundly while still maintaining her well-gripped perch on the railing of the ship, rocking gently with the motion of the sea beneath them.

"Who are you indebted to? This Captain, or someone else?"

[brave_kreyu]

"Good thing she didn't eat you," he replies. Then realizes that perhaps he should not have said that out loud, and flushes.

"Someone else," he says. "Said they made a deal with my father before he died, had a paper with my father's mark on it. Can't read it, and it would be my word against his any how."

[27_53]

"I am not her usual prey," he quips, voice wry.

But the admission that the young man is not even able to read the terms of the 'deal' sounds like a complete load of bullshit to Skellig, and his expression shows that. "Perhaps that will be sorted after this trip," he mutters. "I will speak to my wife, see if perhaps there is not some way we could help."

Skellig would simply buy THAT contact outright as well - but destroying the ship and letting the young man resume life in a new locale might do just as well. A new name, a new vocation...

[brave_kreyu]

The young man almost blurts out a 'Why?' when he speaks of helping, Skellig can see it.

"It would be good to see my sister again, get her out..." he trails off, suddenly worried about continuing what he was going to say.

[27_53]

The subconscious reactions and emotions being displayed are easily picked up on, but again, Skellig doesn't react outwardly. In fact, he pauses a moment to allow for the other man to collect his thoughts, his settle a bit as he picks at the rope.

"She held under contract also?"

He offers an explanation (of sorts, it is an lie but it is plausible enough to be believed easily for now) and nods towards the coastline. "My wife and I have plans for expanding our property. Hence the need for workers," he still can't quite call them slaves. "Working a section of the land into fields, caring for the house, tending some of the beasts we intend to keep..."

To sate someone's appetite, perhaps?

"As you can imagine, I am a bit...private," he nods towards Kreyu. "As is she."

[brave_kreyu]

"Tighter than mine," he says, quiet. "Collateral on the debt, and leverage to make sure I don't just up and run."

He brightens at the explanation. "Oh, that makes sense! I remember how much work it was, to keep our farm, and it must be even harder with only one of you having any hands."

He nods. "People can be cruel. And you are both fearsome in appearance."

[27_53]

"We do both hold a reputation," he mutters in agreement. "Fearsome in both appearances and other avenues."

Skellig idly shrugs a shoulder, rustling his wings as he does so. "I will speak to her in regards to both you and your sister. Where is she held?" He doubts he will recognize it, but there is an off-chance he might. At the very least, a location will be helpful regardless.

[brave_kreyu]

"Mycenae," he replies. "I, I would be forever grateful," he promises.

He hurriedly looks away from Skellig as the Captain comes out of his cabin and stalks over to speak to the helmsman about their heading.

[27_53]

Not wanting to cause trouble, Skellig leaves the young man to his work and moves to head back near where Kreyu is perched and still resting - while listening closely to the conversation regarding their heading.

It seems to be a straightforward discussion...

[brave_kreyu]

It is straightforward, though the Captain seems to fear being betrayed once they reach their destination. The helmsman has more of a wait and see attitude.

Kreyu stirs to wakefulness and IMMEDIATELY glances around, looking for Skellig.

[27_53]

Skellig was smart enough to choose a stack of crates to lean against that put him directly in her line of sight - she does not have to scan much when she wakes before she lays eyes on him.

"Mornin', love."

He keeps his voice soft as he allows a small smile to cross his features; his ears are still trained to the deck where the Captain is speaking, but he can do more than one thing at a time.

[brave_kreyu]

"Good morning, love," she says back, voice soft. This face isn't capable of smiling, but he might feel it in her energy.

"Looks like we'll be there in another hour or so."

The Captain throws his hands up in the air and stomps off. The helmsman rolls his eyes at the display.

[27_53]

Closing the distance between them, he nods. "The Captain has become concerned for his welfare," he murmurs. "To an extent, that includes that of his crew and his ship, but only vaguely. The man at the helm is less concerned of betrayal, seems to think that we are odd, yet...rich enough to likely not be a true threat, we just want slaves."

He nods towards the man who is picking apart rope with vigor. "I spoke with him. He is only on this crew of necessity, to pay a debt...which is of strange circumstance. Someone claimed to have a paper with his father's mark upon it, but he cannot read, so has no way to disprove it...and his sister is held as collateral. He said she is held in Mycenae," he adds. "I told him we were seeking workers to improve our property upon these lands, which is why we had sought this ship and her cargo...he used to farm. I told him I would speak to you of his situation, and that of his sister."

Glancing around the rest of the crew members who are moving about, he shrugs a shoulder. "The rest of them...I have not heard much either way. They are tasked with sailing, it is their focus at the moment."

[brave_kreyu]

"Thank you, love, it seems you've learned quite a bit." Her heart immediately goes out to the young man. "Mycenae, a lot of infighting between local kings there, people getting captured and taken as slaves. Not TOO very far from here, provided one can fly."

There's anger in her energy when Skellig explains the whole of the situation. "Yes, that sounds far too convenient for the man who holds their debt to be honest."

She flexes her talons. "We could pay of his and his sister's debt with a single trip back to the Lair. Have to reinforce the wards before we make the trip to Mycenae, since there won't be anyone to watch the place for the time we'll be gone."

[27_53]

"That was my thought," he says (in regards to the 'convenience' of the one holding the debt). "I just did not know where it was, and if it would be feasible to travel that distance while we are tasked with guarding the Lair."

It eases his mind just a little to know that at least one soul from aboard this ship will be spared (not counting the captives), and will make their upcoming task somewhat less painful.

He considers something else. "Would we take him with us? Or how would that work?" He knows they can fly...

[brave_kreyu]

"He should be able to seek the hospitality of those in the nearby village the same as the others we free. I don't know that we could take him with us, as I would need to use my dragon shape."

She tilts her head. "I MIGHT be able to contact someone who could go with him, keep him safe as they make the trip to his home."

[27_53]

"He is most concerned for the safety of his sister," he says. "She is being held in the case that he were to abandon his debt and simply try to run. He fears harm would come to her. Though I do not know of how news of this..."

Skellig motions at the ship.

"Would beat us to Mycenae, if we were to make haste." He rubs gently at his temple, sighs. "I'm sorry," he whispers. "I know this complicates things even greater, I just...I could not help it." And he sounds truly sorry, perhaps even a little...guilty?

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu gently preens the feathers of his wings with her beak "No need to be sorry, my love," she tells him. "I would feel terrible for having killed someone trapped here by circumstances. And even those less innocent deserve a chance to change."

"A way will be found, there are many means we might yet use."

[27_53]

Nodding, he glances at his wing where she is preening, then reaches up and gently touches the side of her beak with his fingertips - he wants to make sure that the burns are still gone, not that he thinks they might have reappeared, but that fire was...odd. Unnatural, in some senses, even though it was not magic.

"Would it make sense to have one of us fly ahead to scout the dock? Or shall we just see what it looks like when we arrive?"

[brave_kreyu]

She is still well, but she leans her head into his hand, wanting the contact.

"I think we should wait and see, just in case."

"The thought of one of us being lost because we were not together chills my very bones."

As they get closer, Skellig will see that the dock is mostly intact, though it clearly has had the worst of a few storms! A stone house, empty, sits well back from the dock. The ivy hides its actual state of disrepair, which might be useful for their purposes.