A Wandering Spirit

Theodore arrives in Zeltiva. [Solo]

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Center of scholarly knowledge and shipwrighting, Zeltiva is a port city unlike any other in Mizahar. [Lore]

A Wandering Spirit

Postby Theodore Drake on June 16th, 2012, 11:22 pm

5th of Summer, 512 AV

It took a long time to conquer his fear of heights. Nearly a full season of being forced into the rigging of The Comet. Not that he was truly forced to assist; Theodore requested it. He saw it as a way to learn from and bond with the shipmates that he would have to spend so much time with on his journey. It was nearly over and the journey was largely uneventful. Sure, Storms of wild Djed had passed by and it proved his worth of being on board. Aurists had a knack for feeling what others could not and while it was not his job to do so, he had helped the navigator with sensing the storms and in return he was taught more about sensing auras.

Theodore had woken up early and climbed up into the rigging the first he could to see if he could spot land before the lookout did. He self-consciously tucked a strand of hair behind his ear as he watched the setting sun, shading his eyes from Syna's glare. He may not falling to the deck or into the sea, but it did not mean he lacked the butterflies in his stomach when he looked down. As he did so his free hand clutched the course rope, the fibers dug into his hand as he wound his hands around the net-like rigging. He was not yet practiced in climbing these ropes and doubt he would be like the crew, nimble as mountain goats in their element. Theodore slowly and carefully picked his way up to the top and sat on the beam perpendicular to the mast. He still didn't know what it was despite having been told multiple times.

The gentle rolling of the waves didn't register in his mind anymore. The young man had been accustomed to it so that he did not wobble on his perch near the crow's nest. He wondered where that word came from as pulled out his sketchbook from his voluminous pocket and flipped open to a blank page and took in his surroundings. Violet clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the sun stained them with her dying light. Water towards the eye could see and nothing remarkable to draw. No land yet. It was a shame, he was excited to get to one of the greatest cities of knowledge. His home was another, but to be fair, it was "new" knowledge. Zeltiva contained the largest amount of pre-Valterrian knowledge second only to Sahova where Lhavit's knowledge, wisdom and architecture was made and founded after the Valterrian.

With a piece of charcoal carefully freed from its soft leather pouch in one hand, his book in the other and his legs wrapped in a death grip in the rigging he watched the milling crew members. He didn't really have anything else better to draw and the sun would be failing soon and his job on the night crew would begin. He picked out the stalwart navigator, her posture impeccably straight as she surveyed the sea around them and the sky above hoping to see the stars for her job, and began to draw. He frowned in concentration as he lightly roughed out her figure, buxom as they came to be certain. Lines drifted and converged on her crossed arms. Her legs were slightly spread to keep her balance on the lightly pitching vessel but it seemed almost confrontational. She was a prickly creature and was none too kind when they first met.

He wasn't very good at this, but he enjoyed the diversion. He just could not seem to get her likeness as he worked on the scowl, accidently exaggerating it to the point of caricature. The golden light deepened to crimson as the sun sank down the rim of the world when something glinted and sparkled in the distance off the side of the ship. Theodore blinked and drew his hair back from his face again to look again.

In the distance a profile rose just slightly out of the horizon and he saw another glint. Excitement rose in his stomach as realized what it was. His voice caught and made a bit of a squeak as he coughed. "Land Ho!" The young man yelled and pointed off to the west, standing up in the rigging as thrust the book into his pocket, the dark bound sketchpad peeking out of his pocket as he clambered up to sit next to the lookout. Of whom was repeating what Theodore said and pointing. There was a flurry of movement on the deck and the navigator and first mate of the vessel began yelling orders to everyone within earshot. Her curses drifted up to Theodore as he hid next to the onlooker.

"Is it Zeltiva?" Theodore asked feverishly. "Aye it is." The darkly tanned lookout replied with a hearty grin, a few teeth missing. "It is at least."

Theodore beamed at the man as joy and elation filled him from the inside. For one, he was happy to get off the cramped boat just as everyone else was. His wanderlust was never going to be sated by living on a wooden craft with no where to go and he was ready to explore this new place, this city of Scholarly knowledge.
Drake - /drāk/
Noun:A male duck.
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