Common | Fratava
The sunlight burned at the Tempest's eyes as he ambled about on his casinor, fingers gripped at the gunwale of his ship as he realized how poorly this would go. Tydus knew that the shakes were a poison, but he had no idea they were capable of ruining his eyes like they did. They burned with each exposure to the light, he struggled to see from afar. By the Gods, he had attempted to divine the lettering upon his flask from less than three feet away and found that he lacked the ability to do so. Driven to the brink by the uselessness in his eyes, Tydus Tempest was low. He, at the very least, had earned money in the endeavor, and the dagger that was his bounty was held at his side rather than his cutlass, which he deigned too heavy and dangerous to carry around at all times.
Plus, it was Tatianna's damn cutlass. He had collected it to preserve her memory, but found it to be nothing but spiteful, a self-deprecating, self-destructive memento of the past that he decided was better left to a time when he wished to remember and not forget the nightmarish occurrence that was the decimation of the Tempest pod. He set the dagger aside as he reached to the sash that kept the weapon to his waist, raising it over his eyes and tying a knot with them, deciding that if his eyes were useless, he was better off navigating by sound and staying on the ship until he was better suited to survival. At the very least, he had his tavan, Vesh, who would surely act as his guide until he recovered. The ship was a cage, he had to get off. A quick change of heart spurred him to call out to the tavan.
"Vesh! I need yer help again. Can't see for shyke... Blurry sons of shykes be mocking me, I swear..."
He referred to the people walking the docks, who Tydus perceived to be staring at him, laughing at his weakness, despite the very present and much more likely assumption that they likely didn't care or notice him at all. He growled at his powerlessness, cursed himself for his inability to see. He had, obviously, pushed far too far with his Hypnotism on the older man, who had resisted it to the extent that Tydus had needed to push his boundaries.
It's so much easier when they just go with it...
Tydus made sure he remembered that before deciding to manipulate the mind again. For the moment, he simply grumbled in his frustration, casting one foot in front of the other as he, for the first time, used the plank to get off of his casinor instead of simply jumping off and swimming about. Vesh guided the Svefra forward by gripping at his leg, knocking once when the Svefra approached a coil of hemp or something he could trip on, twice when he was about to collide into a barrel, and the pattern continued until the Svefra crossed the plank and made his way onto solid land.
"Can't stand this... Vesh, where should we go?"
Vesh looked up at the blinded Svefra, flapping his wings about before using one to point back to the casinor, though Tydus would see none of it. He progressed forward, and the penguin followed, waddling forward to the best of his ability to catch the Svefra he was bonded to, Tydus' pace slow to ensure that he could use his ears to navigate.
And of course, he failed. The Svefra collided into someone, presumably a young man, who quickly pushed him to the floor before walking away with a scoff. Tydus landed on his rump, absolute confusion festering upon his features.
"Damn it, Vesh! You're supposed to be helping!
7th of Spring, 514
The sunlight burned at the Tempest's eyes as he ambled about on his casinor, fingers gripped at the gunwale of his ship as he realized how poorly this would go. Tydus knew that the shakes were a poison, but he had no idea they were capable of ruining his eyes like they did. They burned with each exposure to the light, he struggled to see from afar. By the Gods, he had attempted to divine the lettering upon his flask from less than three feet away and found that he lacked the ability to do so. Driven to the brink by the uselessness in his eyes, Tydus Tempest was low. He, at the very least, had earned money in the endeavor, and the dagger that was his bounty was held at his side rather than his cutlass, which he deigned too heavy and dangerous to carry around at all times.
Plus, it was Tatianna's damn cutlass. He had collected it to preserve her memory, but found it to be nothing but spiteful, a self-deprecating, self-destructive memento of the past that he decided was better left to a time when he wished to remember and not forget the nightmarish occurrence that was the decimation of the Tempest pod. He set the dagger aside as he reached to the sash that kept the weapon to his waist, raising it over his eyes and tying a knot with them, deciding that if his eyes were useless, he was better off navigating by sound and staying on the ship until he was better suited to survival. At the very least, he had his tavan, Vesh, who would surely act as his guide until he recovered. The ship was a cage, he had to get off. A quick change of heart spurred him to call out to the tavan.
"Vesh! I need yer help again. Can't see for shyke... Blurry sons of shykes be mocking me, I swear..."
He referred to the people walking the docks, who Tydus perceived to be staring at him, laughing at his weakness, despite the very present and much more likely assumption that they likely didn't care or notice him at all. He growled at his powerlessness, cursed himself for his inability to see. He had, obviously, pushed far too far with his Hypnotism on the older man, who had resisted it to the extent that Tydus had needed to push his boundaries.
It's so much easier when they just go with it...
Tydus made sure he remembered that before deciding to manipulate the mind again. For the moment, he simply grumbled in his frustration, casting one foot in front of the other as he, for the first time, used the plank to get off of his casinor instead of simply jumping off and swimming about. Vesh guided the Svefra forward by gripping at his leg, knocking once when the Svefra approached a coil of hemp or something he could trip on, twice when he was about to collide into a barrel, and the pattern continued until the Svefra crossed the plank and made his way onto solid land.
"Can't stand this... Vesh, where should we go?"
Vesh looked up at the blinded Svefra, flapping his wings about before using one to point back to the casinor, though Tydus would see none of it. He progressed forward, and the penguin followed, waddling forward to the best of his ability to catch the Svefra he was bonded to, Tydus' pace slow to ensure that he could use his ears to navigate.
And of course, he failed. The Svefra collided into someone, presumably a young man, who quickly pushed him to the floor before walking away with a scoff. Tydus landed on his rump, absolute confusion festering upon his features.
"Damn it, Vesh! You're supposed to be helping!