And so the wine poured.
The Tempest had not glasses to use for the wine, his custom being to simply drink it from the bottle, so it was how they would do it. The Svefra took a long swig, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as the carbonation burst upon his tongue, the tart flavour of the wine cascading upon his tongue before he passed the bottle on. Satisfied that his throat was momentarily sated, he felt the stories burst forth in his mind. It was a measure of pride that rose from him in her first words that compelled him to respond with drawn out laughter,
"Aye. Having teh freedom to sail teh seas and live a life of freedom is wonderful. I can be 'ere, or in Alvadas, or teh Flotilla. Gods, it feels like I've been on shore forever, actually."
The Svefra easily noted the sour change in S'Essy's expression. It was as if a sour, disturbing thought made its way into her mind and began to twist within. Tydus knew the expression well, but wasn't sure exactly why it was there. Even more confusing was the very sudden, and to be fair, rather unwelcome change in subject. Syliras was a place that Tydus' pod had not enjoyed in the slightest. Strict laws and brutal enforcement was like a leash that defeated the very essence of the Tempest pod's heart as a whole.
It was... disgusting.
"Aye. I've been, and if I can 'elp it, I'll never go back. T'is a hole, that place is. Rotten and putrid by smell an' by law. Could ne'er find a bit of peace innit. So-called city of peace, my arse. Teh only peace to be found is outside of a box made o' walls."
There was no small amount of bitterness in his verse, for he remembered that a podmate was pinched in Syliras at one point. Two seasons passed before he had seen that podmate again, and he was forever stained with a darkness in his gaze.
The Tempest had not glasses to use for the wine, his custom being to simply drink it from the bottle, so it was how they would do it. The Svefra took a long swig, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips as the carbonation burst upon his tongue, the tart flavour of the wine cascading upon his tongue before he passed the bottle on. Satisfied that his throat was momentarily sated, he felt the stories burst forth in his mind. It was a measure of pride that rose from him in her first words that compelled him to respond with drawn out laughter,
"Aye. Having teh freedom to sail teh seas and live a life of freedom is wonderful. I can be 'ere, or in Alvadas, or teh Flotilla. Gods, it feels like I've been on shore forever, actually."
The Svefra easily noted the sour change in S'Essy's expression. It was as if a sour, disturbing thought made its way into her mind and began to twist within. Tydus knew the expression well, but wasn't sure exactly why it was there. Even more confusing was the very sudden, and to be fair, rather unwelcome change in subject. Syliras was a place that Tydus' pod had not enjoyed in the slightest. Strict laws and brutal enforcement was like a leash that defeated the very essence of the Tempest pod's heart as a whole.
It was... disgusting.
"Aye. I've been, and if I can 'elp it, I'll never go back. T'is a hole, that place is. Rotten and putrid by smell an' by law. Could ne'er find a bit of peace innit. So-called city of peace, my arse. Teh only peace to be found is outside of a box made o' walls."
There was no small amount of bitterness in his verse, for he remembered that a podmate was pinched in Syliras at one point. Two seasons passed before he had seen that podmate again, and he was forever stained with a darkness in his gaze.

