Thread ThemesThis is something I'll occasionally do. I basically assign a song to threads so It has a "mood" = Chloe's Arrival
Chloe looked out across the sea towards the large fortress city, its intimidating structures built for suppressing criminals standing tall. It seemed peaceful, she would give it that. Yet, something twisted in her stomach. Chloe would admit that she was afraid to return to the fortress. Her last visit in Syliras had ended with the guards chasing her down to the docks. Unfortunately, she couldn't raise anchor before a Syliran Knight tackled her off the ship and into the water. That had been over a year ago, but she still felt uneasy about returning since the knights seemed to hold grudges pretty well. She sighed irritably, knowing she had no other choice. All her supplies were stolen, her ship was damaged, and her stomach was empty. The second one alone was enough to make her risk it. Her fingers tap at the mast as her ship waded closer to the docks, a row of ships extending from coast to coast. There were Casinors, like hers, Galleons, rowboats, and everything in between. Chloe clicked her tongue, jealousy churning in her gut. She had always cared for her ship like it was her child, but she would easily take the chance to "upgrade". Ships were, after all, just objects. Something she could never understand while living with her Svefra family was their bond with their ships. It was as if they were extension of themselves like another arm or leg. Chloe always cared for her ships, yes, but not to the extent that she would kill herself over it. She cared for it because it was hers. After some time the ship rolled alongside the dock, just barely missing another boat as they drifted in. At this time of day not too many people were milling about, but there were scattered handfuls of people standing alongside their vessels, chatting idly with their friends. Guards stood at the entrances to the city, their plate armor making them look like statues made of silver in the mid-day light. They briefly glanced at her, showing very little interest, and turned their heads back towards the sea. The breath she had been holding was released when they showed no signs of attack. After dropping anchor Chloe leap off the boat with rope in hand, attempting to pull the ship closer to dock. The wind decided to pick up quite a bit now, and pushed the Casinor away from the struggling sailor trying to anchor her feet on the ground. "C'mon ya dill!" she said aloud, her think accent clearly noticeable. She began to skid towards the edge of the deck until she relocated to the steel moore to give herself a sturdy foothold, but she was obviously having some trouble. |
