Solo Writing and Remembering

[Kane]

Spring 52 513 The Enclave Lightning flashed in the background as Kane situated himself in the corner of the enclave. Water dripped from his hair and down to his shoulders and he rubbed the neckline of his shirt over the back of his head to relieve some of the wetness there. He huffed in frustration. Of course it had to be raining. And of course his stupid coat, which he had been holding over his head, had done almost nothing to keep the water out! He’d run all the way to the enclave from his room in the Darniva Commonrooms. It was odd, because he’d been so sure he’d seen Eilea on the way... Kane shrugged. Whatever, it wasn’t that important. Saul trotted up next to him, before violently shaking the water off his fur. “Aaugh. I just got the water off me.” Kane hissed as he was assaulted by the droplets coming off his dog. The mutt ignored him, laying down with his head on his paws. With a roll of his eyes, Kane turned back to the table, laying down the paper and writing utensils he’d been provided by Kavisan, and scooting his chair closer. Now what to write about? That was the reason he was here, right? To write down some of his knowledge gained from traveling in order to help expand the books in the Enclave. Truth be told, he was rather excited to actually write something for others to read. It was an endeavor he’d never attempted before, one which, in all honesty, he had no clue how to begin. Sighing, he rested his chin in his hand and stared at the page. The dim lighting of the Enclave only made the random bursts of light from the storm more distracting. The flames of the candles could do nothing to fight against the power of the lightning raging outside. Though, the sound of the rain had a calming effect and if Kane closed his eyes, he could almost imagine the whole world away. In fact, the noises brought back memories. Memories of a long time ago. Eyes closed, he sat back. And remembered. OOCFor the purposes of this thread, any post that is full italics is the memory that Kane is recalling. Anything in bold and italics is what Kane has written.

[Kane]

Kane stood leaning against the railing of the ship, staring up into the dark sky above. A storm was brewing and the clouds were readying themselves to pour water down into the sea below. Flashes of light were already lighting up the sky, though they had yet to breach the clouds. Another storm, huh? This looked to be a bad one. Kane sighed, turning his head to watch a crew member eye him while walking past. Several of his fellow shipmates were shooting him glances, and some spoke in low tones amongst themselves. Sometimes he tried staring back, just to try to freak them out. It usually didn’t work. He’d only been on the ship for half a season. Not long enough for the Svefra crew to get used to a human. Or to begin to trust him at all. Besides, it wasn’t as if he’d really been able to help much at all; they’d mostly just been skirting around the coastline. Staying in the Northern Suvan Sea during Winter was a horrible idea. Why had Rowan insisted they stay? Oh yeah, she’s looking for something. Sometimes, Kane could swear that woman was crazy. And apparently whatever she was looking for was worth the horrible storms that plague the Suvan Sea at that time of year. The details were still very vague. He’d heard whispering amongst the crew, all wondering what their leader was after, but no one really had a firm grasp on what she had them looking for. A hand clamped onto his shoulder, followed closely by a cheerful, “Hey there Mittens!” Well then. Speak of crazies and they will appear. Kane turned towards her with a glare. “I hate that nickname.” His words were ground out, causing the Svefra woman to laugh jovially before answering. “You were wearin’ em when we met. It was adorable; that’s your name.” That’s it. He was going to burn those mittens. With a huff, he asked, “What do you even want?” A sudden change came over her, almost imperceptible to the eye. Her shoulders and back straightened minutely, and her blue eyes gained an edge to them. For the most part though, she kept her usual demeanor. “So, you gettin’ any closer to figuring out our little problem?” Sighing, Kane shook his head, looking back out to the horizon before answering. “Not really.” She almost seemed to deflate a bit. “But it’s not like I’ve been here very long. These kinds of... problems take longer to fix then you’d think.” “Oh. Well...” With a bark of a laugh, Rowan smacked his shoulder, almost sending him over the railing. “You’ll figure it out! You’re a smart kid.” If he hadn’t known better, he’d think she never listened to anything anyone said. “So... What exactly is it that we’re looking for?” Kane raised an eyebrow at her as he spoke. “I mean, if you’d like to share something with someone other then that giant blue friend of yours.” Rowan cackled, “You make it sound like we’re a cult!” Where did she get that? “But I suppose I can tell you somethin’, since you’re an adorable Mittens.” Kane scowled at her. “I’m lookin’ for a pretty piece of jewelry. Heard someone left it somewhere along the coastline here in the northern seas.” Raising an eyebrow at her, he asked, “Why do you want it? Wait... We’re stealing something?” The grin she gave him was more teeth then anything, and it sent shivers down his spine. “If they aren’t holding it, they don’t need it. Free for the taking!” He’d make sure to guard his things much more closely from then on. She hadn’t answered his other question. Kane opened his mouth, ready to ask, when a low call snapped her attention away. She cried cheerfully as she looked over to the approaching figure. “Tegun!” Tegun was a tall Akalak. His skin was blue as the sky and his eyes calm and steady. He was usually very quiet, only speaking when spoken to. But he always watched. Sometimes Kane was sure that nothing escaped his eyes. It was somewhat creepy actually. Rowan trusted him more then anything, which was odd for a Svefra. But then again, it was odd for her to place any trust in Kane himself. The woman flitted happily to the Akalak’s side and they began to speak in whispered tones. Kane stared. Well, guess that was the end of that talk.

[Kane]

Now there was an idea. The Suvan Sea was a subject that he had a multitude of knowledge about. And now he was inspired. He’d had a horrible experience in the northern sea that Winter, but he could turn it into a positive now. He would write about some of the conditions and geography he’d seen on that particular journey. Kane quickly shuffled the papers around, some scattering across the floor in his haste, and got his pen ready. He had ideas and he wanted to write them! Once everything was ready, Kane poised his pen for writing and, after a moments pause, began. The Northern Suvan Sea is a dangerous place to travel in the Winter Season. Wow, that was a horrible opening. He stared at it for a few ticks. It was likely the best that he was going to think of for now. Story telling was never something he’d had to boast about. But he supposed that with more practice he’d get better. Storms plague the area during this time and makes travel a very dangerous endeavor. It is highly recommended to avoid sailing the northern sea during the cold season, but if it is absolutely necessary, the sailor should keep their ship close to the coast. Shyke. That wasn’t nearly enough information. Kane huffed a breath through his nose and stared at the page. Not enough indeed. He supposed he could gather more writing material from his memories. Besides, at that time, he had yet to see how truly horrible the conditions could get. Thinking back, he remembered when he really saw the ferocity that the storms could wield.

[Kane]

It had been a few days since he had spoken to Rowan about the treasure. The sky only seemed to grow more and more angry with each passing day and Kane was becoming worried that they’d be struck down right where they sailed. He found himself peeking nervously at the clouds many times, leading to him becoming distracted while doing even the most menial of tasks. Unlike him, the crew was moving with more purpose than before, almost as if in response to their leader’s new sense of direction. Apparently Tegun had managed to dig up some information about the item Rowan was searching for. She seemed excited every time he saw her, even more so than usual. Kane, of course, had learned of their newly gathered intel through his excellent sleuthing skills. This involved him hiding behind boxes or around corners while the two spoke, straining his ears to catch their hushed conversations. This earned him strange looks from the other crew members, which he awkwardly tried to play off as having a hurt ankle. It was a lot of trouble, but what could he say? He was a curious person. Eventually, Rowan learned of his supposed injury, and spazzed out at him in concern. It had not been a pleasant conversation. Still, these few days were spent in general normalcy. Until one day, the cry of a ship mate brought this to an end. A fire had broken out in part of the ship. It hadn’t been noticed because it was late. Candles had been lit to help those in the innards of the ship see their way and he flickering in the windows had been assumed to just be the flames of the candles. No one could have thought that a fire was brewing. The flames themselves were fierce, and no one could get close enough to even attempt to put them out. It almost seemed like all was lost; that they’d have to abandon the ship. Kane wasn’t sure if it could be counted as luck, but at that moment, the sky chose to let loose its fury. With a mighty roar of thunder, water began to pelt anyone not sheltered by a roof. Harsh winds tossed the waves higher and they rattled the entire ship every time they hit, almost as if they were attempting to destroy it. Yet, at the same time, the rain was saving the ship from a fiery death. The water hit the flames, snuffing them out and causing smoke to rise into the air. With a snarl, Rowan began to bark out orders. One problem was solved, but now they had another to deal with. The crew worked quickly, all doing their jobs to prevent the ship from being overtaken by the waves. They had to get to an area where the water couldn’t bash into the hull. It was a hard battle but eventually they managed to steer the boat to a safer area. With the crisis averted, several crew members gathered and spoke amongst themselves, assuming that the fire was caused by an candle that was somehow overturned by the rocking of the ship. But Rowan’s expression held a very different story. Her eyes were sharp as they stared into the smoking wreckage of part of her ship. Her shoulders were tense and her fists were balled up at her sides. Tegun stood at her side, a hand placed upon her shoulder as his eyes swept the crowd of Svefra surrounding them. Kane had a feeling that there was more to this fire then anyone thought.