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9th Day of Spring, 514AV
The Sebakem Ocean - travelling from Zeltiva to Sahova
The Sebakem Ocean - travelling from Zeltiva to Sahova
The ship had not been at sea for as long as the first journey took to get from Nyka to the harbour city, but it was certainly taking longer than the journey to and from the lake-city of Ravok. Her first ever time on a vessel of any size, when leaving the shores of the island holding the Kelvic Research Centre, had sparked an instant fear and hatred of water. Since then, that hatred had dissipated, since braving her fears in a small pond during her travels in the Wlidlands of Sylira. The young Kelvic, with an avid love of fish, had come to the conclusion that anything containing such tasty treats could not mean her harm; she one day intended to attempt to catch a fish, and braving the cool depths of water was the first step.
Despite this, her fear if larger bodies of water had not eased. She had boarded all boats, ships and ravosalas through persuasion, coercion or even, on a few occasions, threats from her Master, and during the journey, Kalina would sit or curl up in silence, tight against her Master as he spoke soft, soothing words to her, or ran his hands through her fur. This time, however, Marcus had not forced her to board the ship - she had climbed onto the docked vessel in the small hours of the morning mere days ago, with the pure intention of moving away from the docks a little to see whether or not any fish were present deeper in the harbour. As always, curiosity had gotten the better of her and her innocent reasons turned into a self-appointed mission of exploration.
The young Kelvic had not been oblivious to the fact that the ship was off-limits to her, however, and panic had struck her when she had heard heavy footfalls and voices echoing from the deck above her. She had hidden. A series of crates littered the back of the ship's lower deck, and there she had remained for three days, a stowaway hidden on a ship headed away from Zeltiva, and away from her Master, en route to a city far distant from the ones she had previously travelled from.
The first and second days had been spent curled up in a human foetal position, as Kalina tried, in vain, to rid herself of the nausea that threatened to clear our her stomach every time the waves caused the ship to lurch. Moreso, she had been fully aware of her situation at sea, and the frightened creature had most likely allowed her terror to push her physical symptoms further than they would mortally have gone. Those two days were foul, but they were by no means the worst,
Along with her nausea, which refused to subside, it occurred to Kalina that she had left someone behind. There was no Master to soothe her physical ailments, nor calm the psychological. No soft words or gentle touch for the child Kelvic to lull her into a sense of security. Marcus was by no means the kindest Master, but he was the only one Kalina had ever had and she thought the world of him. Without him, she was lost, and lonely. This realisation came on the third day, when she reached for the filthy green rag that she called a blanket, which she kept for comfort, and it wasn't there. She wasn't with Marcus and she couldn't just curl up with the rag, as she wanted to. Only then did it occur to her that the ship, having just left Zeltiva, was not heading back there. She couldn't return to what she wanted and needed. And it was this thought which upset her the most.
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Despite this, her fear if larger bodies of water had not eased. She had boarded all boats, ships and ravosalas through persuasion, coercion or even, on a few occasions, threats from her Master, and during the journey, Kalina would sit or curl up in silence, tight against her Master as he spoke soft, soothing words to her, or ran his hands through her fur. This time, however, Marcus had not forced her to board the ship - she had climbed onto the docked vessel in the small hours of the morning mere days ago, with the pure intention of moving away from the docks a little to see whether or not any fish were present deeper in the harbour. As always, curiosity had gotten the better of her and her innocent reasons turned into a self-appointed mission of exploration.
The young Kelvic had not been oblivious to the fact that the ship was off-limits to her, however, and panic had struck her when she had heard heavy footfalls and voices echoing from the deck above her. She had hidden. A series of crates littered the back of the ship's lower deck, and there she had remained for three days, a stowaway hidden on a ship headed away from Zeltiva, and away from her Master, en route to a city far distant from the ones she had previously travelled from.
The first and second days had been spent curled up in a human foetal position, as Kalina tried, in vain, to rid herself of the nausea that threatened to clear our her stomach every time the waves caused the ship to lurch. Moreso, she had been fully aware of her situation at sea, and the frightened creature had most likely allowed her terror to push her physical symptoms further than they would mortally have gone. Those two days were foul, but they were by no means the worst,
Along with her nausea, which refused to subside, it occurred to Kalina that she had left someone behind. There was no Master to soothe her physical ailments, nor calm the psychological. No soft words or gentle touch for the child Kelvic to lull her into a sense of security. Marcus was by no means the kindest Master, but he was the only one Kalina had ever had and she thought the world of him. Without him, she was lost, and lonely. This realisation came on the third day, when she reached for the filthy green rag that she called a blanket, which she kept for comfort, and it wasn't there. She wasn't with Marcus and she couldn't just curl up with the rag, as she wanted to. Only then did it occur to her that the ship, having just left Zeltiva, was not heading back there. She couldn't return to what she wanted and needed. And it was this thought which upset her the most.
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