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An inland sea created by Ivak's cataclismic fury during the Valterrian, the Suvan Sea is a major trade route and the foremost hub for piracy in Mizahar. [lore]

Chase the Sun [Closed]

Postby Victor Lark on September 10th, 2011, 5:51 pm

14 Fall, 511

Cool salt wafted on the morning breezes that drew at the edges of furled sails and danced with their hanging ropes. Isles of palivars and casinors made the wind whistle, shaking the water noisily beneath their hulls, and the crisp air transported the distant chatter of returning fisherman, murmuring stories of sunrise catches. The breeze felt pleasant enough when it poured between the overgrown blackness on Victor’s scalp, but still his face was twisted with impatience.

In the dank shadows of a little room within the bowels of the city, his fool might still be sleeping. He might have been spent by the exertion of his lover’s secret farewell in the night previous; he might not wake early, like he usually did, and he might not notice the pile of preparations that had been carefully arranged on the floor beside his bed. A small but fashionable pack, filled with the contents of his newly empty chest, was topped with a short letter. The hand was explicitly elegant, contrived from the teachings of a Ravokian governess and virtually unchanged with lack of practice.

Seven, it said,

The apartment is sold and the gold
is in the bag in the front pocket. Meet
me at the docks, the last boat on the
third row. We leave for Alvadas at the
9th bell. I bought apples.

Happy birthday,
Victor


Bring your own food, the woman had said when he had accepted her meager price for the voyage; there was a bag of jerky in his trunk and a sack of fruit in his other hand. Apples, as well as a few apricots, pears, oranges, and even some potatoes and cabbage had been thrown haphazardly into it, fresh from the morning’s market. The heavy burlap reached the wooden docks beneath his feet even as the twine at its other end wrapped eagerly around his palm. He gripped it in a fist as he glanced anon at Syna’s upward progress, his lips a tense line.

This was it. He did not know why he had stayed so long. Seven seemed so happy, so established—or maybe it was only an excuse in the face of other anxieties. Alvadas lurked on the other side of the horizon, so close. He had tried to do research, to know what to expect, but the stories were different and the few pages he bothered to read were irritatingly vague. The future was more a mystery than anything else, and he might have appreciated the romance in it, if he were not expecting someone to emerge from behind the large boat at the turn of the dock. It could happen at any moment, and he would not miss it.
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Chase the Sun [Closed]

Postby Sonya_Delphia on September 11th, 2011, 5:25 pm

Sonya watched the seagulls cawling out to each other, fluttering down amongst the others ships. The the gentle breeze picked up strands of her auburn hair. Her roaming eyes caught the sun glistening off of the greenish blue water. A vision that had often caught her attention for hours, only leaving the longing to return home. Casting a train eye over casinor, she was satisfied with the glisten it held from the sun as well.

Perfect.

There was a lingering uncertainty about accepting the human's terms, but the sun's gleam of the nail on the notice had caught her attention. Rubbing her ears, she could still hear the cacophony of the tavern, and the stun looks that followed her in. She ignored them, her intent on scheduling the trip. When she had actually meet the boy, they haggled the terms, settling on the price. But he continued to talk after that trying to pull a conversation out of her. Sonya left, the scent of the tavern, a unpleasant mixture of mead and sweat.

Fixing her hair behind her ears, she walked onto the docks from her ship, immediately spotting one of her fare. Sonya took a moment to studied him, a trunk in his hand, and a burlap bag of fruit in the other.

"Where is the other?" Her tone was crisp, with a melodic edge. He was late, she had agreed to leave at the ninth bell, but it was already the eight.
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Postby Seven Xu on October 4th, 2011, 3:45 pm

OOCGod, so sorry for the wait.


A heavy door shuddered shut and its rusted bolt screamed for one last time beneath the influence of deft fingers. The neatly packed bag heavy with belongings and golden-rimmed mizas had been slung over one shoulder, swinging across the small of his back as he walked through the dank corridor of the Bittern District. There was haste in his step; he had little idea of the time, though he prayed the distant tower had not yet chimed a ninth bell.

Seven wore layer upon layer of black and white linen; trousers, surcoat, a jacket and scarves that hung loose on his childlike frame. His hair had grown long with the last season and parted in tangled white strands across his cheeks where it could not be tucked behind his ear. The stylishly written note crumpled easily between a set of ivory fingers and his palm. Happy birthday, it said, in a manner of handwriting far more elegant than his. A day late, but that did little to mar the blithe grin Seven wore since its discovery chimes ago.

The halfblood nearly stumbled when the cobblestone floor and imposing roof turned into the busy, dirty thoroughfare beneath a span of pale blue sky and blinding sun. Syliras was alive with all manner of people; knights in boiled leather and plate mail perched atop horses that lumbered through the tide of bodies dressed in various standards of linens and silks. He nearly lost himself in thought, scanning unfamiliar faces and lips that moved beneath the murmur of a thousand other voices; then a sharp clang rose above the din and rudely woke him from his daydream. A second reinforced the sinking rot in the pit of his stomach and he broke out into a run, elbowing his way through the crowd and away from the stink of torches and manure in favour of the cool salt air that cut through his layers of clothing and prickled his skin.

He kept count of the bell as he broke free of the thickest of the crowd. Six. The solid thump of stone beneath leather boot turned to a clatter of thick wooden boardwalk as Seven took direction from the crinkled note still wrapped tightly in his clammy palm. Above, sails snapped and hulls creaked against the strong wind that carried thick clouds from the horizon. Seven. A barrel slung over the shoulder of a dock worker nearly took him in the head and forced him to duck beneath its unrelenting path. Seven reeled and spun around on one heel, attempting to make sense of the labyrinth of boardwalk and boats. Eight. Finally, a turned corner and a rolling bow gave way to the impatient stare of a familiar face, coaxing Seven back into a hurried jog down the remaining length of dock that separated them. Nine.

“Sorry.”

Seven hadn’t realized how badly his winded lungs craved air, heaving as he murmured a half-hearted apology. A thin layer of sweat had collected at his hairline, and he brushed dishevelled bangs from his moon-pale face. He licked salt from parched lips as his incarnadine stare wandered from Victor to the woman that presumably owned the boat they were to sail on; an unearthly beauty accented—or perhaps explained—by a set of curled horns that were sourly familiar. He had met only one other fallen in his short life, and she had left little desire in Seven to be acquainted with the rest of her people. His mouth became a flat white line, but with his eyes suddenly cast downward his otherwise blank face told little of his thoughts. The hand that did not clutch his note dwelled on a pale scar carved across its palm. Whether or not this was done as a deliberate joke on Victor’s behalf, or he had forgiven and forgotten the incident with the insolent Lethborn woman, Seven could not tell. He forced a smile, lifted his chin, and extended a hand. “You must be our captain. My name is Seven; thank you for your courtesy.” And you’re welcome for my silver. Speaking through one’s teeth was a talent he had not mastered; but as they boarded the rocking casinor, his mind’s eye reflected on a job well done.
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