3rd of Winter, 521
“Land ho!”
“Oh thank the gods.”
“I’m hurt you know. I thought we were gettin’ to be good friends you and I.” A large sailor man with sun tanned skin clapped Reve on the back, nearly sending him pitching over the side. Reve had been leaning over the rail of the medium-sized trade ship to get a better view of the strip of dense green that was rapidly expanding on the horizon.
“It's not you, Clay, I swear. But you are a sailor and I’m not…though I’ve spent enough time on a damn boat to probably be considered one. Lhavit sure is a long way away.” Reve sighed out, shaking his head to clear bits of crystalized salt from his curls of hair.
“Well, I suppose ya are right. I only got ta pleasure of taking you from Riverfall to good old Syka, not around the horn to Lhavit. Say… why Syka?” The captain questioned, folding his arms on the rail next to the slighter man.
“Would you believe me if I said I’m a big snake enthusiast?” The joking response was met with an eye-roll from Clay. “Fine. Even though I spent a good many years learning magic there isn’t a terrible amount of employment for it in Lhavit…or anywhere for that matter. My next set of skills lies in carpentry and architecture but my home city has a lot of competition in that field. So I’m here to find a job, build something of my own, and maybe make the archeological find of the century exploring some gods forsaken ruins.” Reve finished with a shrug.
“So you are throwing yourself into the deep jungle. Got it. Enjoy your death wish.” Clay left with a laugh over his shoulder as he moved to get his ship in shape for landfall.
“Thanks,” Reve responded dryly as he turned to watch the water splash up against the wooden hull of the ship, his small bag trapped firmly between his feet to stop it from sinking into the depths below.
The wind was warm, the salty sea was fair, and the cries of foreign birds echoed in the distance. As waves broke against the hull and sent the spray of seawater into the air, wetting those on the deck of the ship, Reve took a deep breath of fresh air.
“Alright jungle, bring it on…but gently please.” He grinned at the approaching landmass.
“Land ho!”
“Oh thank the gods.”
“I’m hurt you know. I thought we were gettin’ to be good friends you and I.” A large sailor man with sun tanned skin clapped Reve on the back, nearly sending him pitching over the side. Reve had been leaning over the rail of the medium-sized trade ship to get a better view of the strip of dense green that was rapidly expanding on the horizon.
“It's not you, Clay, I swear. But you are a sailor and I’m not…though I’ve spent enough time on a damn boat to probably be considered one. Lhavit sure is a long way away.” Reve sighed out, shaking his head to clear bits of crystalized salt from his curls of hair.
“Well, I suppose ya are right. I only got ta pleasure of taking you from Riverfall to good old Syka, not around the horn to Lhavit. Say… why Syka?” The captain questioned, folding his arms on the rail next to the slighter man.
“Would you believe me if I said I’m a big snake enthusiast?” The joking response was met with an eye-roll from Clay. “Fine. Even though I spent a good many years learning magic there isn’t a terrible amount of employment for it in Lhavit…or anywhere for that matter. My next set of skills lies in carpentry and architecture but my home city has a lot of competition in that field. So I’m here to find a job, build something of my own, and maybe make the archeological find of the century exploring some gods forsaken ruins.” Reve finished with a shrug.
“So you are throwing yourself into the deep jungle. Got it. Enjoy your death wish.” Clay left with a laugh over his shoulder as he moved to get his ship in shape for landfall.
“Thanks,” Reve responded dryly as he turned to watch the water splash up against the wooden hull of the ship, his small bag trapped firmly between his feet to stop it from sinking into the depths below.
The wind was warm, the salty sea was fair, and the cries of foreign birds echoed in the distance. As waves broke against the hull and sent the spray of seawater into the air, wetting those on the deck of the ship, Reve took a deep breath of fresh air.
“Alright jungle, bring it on…but gently please.” He grinned at the approaching landmass.