--Date to be confirmed--
Lacerta had found herself an empty room with a pair of bunks. She'd given up staying in her ship, considering that it would be nearly impossible to reach it by then, while it was trailing behind the Dawn Sister. Instead, since she hadn't planned out who to bunk with, she'd found a random place to stay, and hoped the next person to arrive wasn't male. That would end up awkward.
She sat staring at the compass in her hands, mind blank. Blank, because she had no idea what to think of this compass. It was pretty, and expensive looking, with not a dent on it's metal body. But for some odd reason... it just didn't work. It never pointed in the right direction. And only stopped moving when she did- even when the ship was still sailing. Maybe the maker had messed up the innards while constructing it? She had no clue how compasses worked on the inside, but didn't feel like that was the answer. It was logical, true, but somehow she didn't think the solution was that straight forward, considering how she'd obtained the gift. Laviku had given it to her- like he'd given something to everyone on board. Still, she couldn't think of any answers other than that... except one. Maybe it didn't point North, but at something else? It would require some strange things to make it do that though... but she'd only really begun to understand strange, with that Isur appearing during the gathering... the show after they'd all given gifts to Laviku. There were certainly some odd things around Mizahar...
Deciding she had no hope of figuring anything out at the time, she set the compass aside, and instead picked up her flute. This, she understood. She knew the basics, but her skill at it wasn't the best. Nowhere near that, really. And since she was sitting here... she might as well practice. She drew the instrument to her lips and blew a single note, with no fingers down. She held it for a few ticks, before taking a short breath and moving down to the next note. Then the next. It was a slow process, until she finally reached the next octave. There, she stopped, having trouble with any notes below that.
Deciding to try anyways, she moved to the next note, and blew. Nothing came. She tried to adjust her mouth on the head, and managed a small, breathy noise, but nothing else. She tried again and again, blowing too hard sometimes, and too light others. She did manage to find a solid tone somewhere, but was unable to re-create it, to her irritation. She kept at it though, until, taking a small break, she gained an odd dizzy sense. The Eth groaned, knowing the feeling from playing too long or hard. She set down the flute and lay back on the bed, careful not to sit on the compass. Her feet nearly stuck over the edge when her head pressed against the wall, but luckily the platform was just long enough for her tallest form, meaning sleeping at night (as an Eypharian) would be easy enough.
Her mind drifted as she attempted to recover from the headache. It was caused by a slight lack of air, making her dizzy. Maybe taking bigger breaths would help? Lacerta tried that, breathing in and out as steady and deep as she could, staring at the wood above her. In... she felt the breath waver as she reached her capacity. Out... she felt her heart speed up slightly, and knew that it was faster than it should be. In... a jerky breath. Out... slower... also jerky, as she tried to keep it a steady pace. Growing annoyed with this, she gave up and let her mind wander, trying to solve the irritating problem of the compass, and wondering what awaited them in Syka.
Lacerta had found herself an empty room with a pair of bunks. She'd given up staying in her ship, considering that it would be nearly impossible to reach it by then, while it was trailing behind the Dawn Sister. Instead, since she hadn't planned out who to bunk with, she'd found a random place to stay, and hoped the next person to arrive wasn't male. That would end up awkward.
She sat staring at the compass in her hands, mind blank. Blank, because she had no idea what to think of this compass. It was pretty, and expensive looking, with not a dent on it's metal body. But for some odd reason... it just didn't work. It never pointed in the right direction. And only stopped moving when she did- even when the ship was still sailing. Maybe the maker had messed up the innards while constructing it? She had no clue how compasses worked on the inside, but didn't feel like that was the answer. It was logical, true, but somehow she didn't think the solution was that straight forward, considering how she'd obtained the gift. Laviku had given it to her- like he'd given something to everyone on board. Still, she couldn't think of any answers other than that... except one. Maybe it didn't point North, but at something else? It would require some strange things to make it do that though... but she'd only really begun to understand strange, with that Isur appearing during the gathering... the show after they'd all given gifts to Laviku. There were certainly some odd things around Mizahar...
Deciding she had no hope of figuring anything out at the time, she set the compass aside, and instead picked up her flute. This, she understood. She knew the basics, but her skill at it wasn't the best. Nowhere near that, really. And since she was sitting here... she might as well practice. She drew the instrument to her lips and blew a single note, with no fingers down. She held it for a few ticks, before taking a short breath and moving down to the next note. Then the next. It was a slow process, until she finally reached the next octave. There, she stopped, having trouble with any notes below that.
Deciding to try anyways, she moved to the next note, and blew. Nothing came. She tried to adjust her mouth on the head, and managed a small, breathy noise, but nothing else. She tried again and again, blowing too hard sometimes, and too light others. She did manage to find a solid tone somewhere, but was unable to re-create it, to her irritation. She kept at it though, until, taking a small break, she gained an odd dizzy sense. The Eth groaned, knowing the feeling from playing too long or hard. She set down the flute and lay back on the bed, careful not to sit on the compass. Her feet nearly stuck over the edge when her head pressed against the wall, but luckily the platform was just long enough for her tallest form, meaning sleeping at night (as an Eypharian) would be easy enough.
Her mind drifted as she attempted to recover from the headache. It was caused by a slight lack of air, making her dizzy. Maybe taking bigger breaths would help? Lacerta tried that, breathing in and out as steady and deep as she could, staring at the wood above her. In... she felt the breath waver as she reached her capacity. Out... she felt her heart speed up slightly, and knew that it was faster than it should be. In... a jerky breath. Out... slower... also jerky, as she tried to keep it a steady pace. Growing annoyed with this, she gave up and let her mind wander, trying to solve the irritating problem of the compass, and wondering what awaited them in Syka.
