Timestamp: 78 Spring 512, Morning Sometime Location: The Suvan Sea, closer to Syliras than Alvadas Syna had risen in a red and ominous horizon, promising rain and rough seas. Pash'nar returned from enduring the darkness at sea to the palivar at the first hints of her light, once again clothed in his tanned and inked mortal seeming—just another weary Svefra after another long night keeping watch. He willingly let one of the older Tidewater podlings catch his tow line and pull the Timeless close enough for him to scramble aboard the larger ship, foamy spray of the already choppy waves a shock to his drained system. With a top-knotted nod and a few mumbled words of Fratava permission, the lanky but competent Jahum boy traded places and slipped the tattooed sailor's old boat back out to sea to keep the next shift of scouting on time. Pash rubbed a calloused palm against heavy eyelids and wandered barefoot over the slowly warming age-worn wood of the palivar's deck, the chill of more sea spray against his exposed skin setting his teeth on edge. Breakfast was in order before sleep, and his now-functioning stomach snarled loudly in its need for sustenance. The dark-haired navigator grumbled along with his body's demands and swayed his way toward the cabin hatch to pad quietly below deck, careful in his attempt to keep those still sleeping from waking. The boat swayed and creaked, the stairs objecting to his presence with squeaking protests of their own. Still, he made his way into the tiny mess and rummaged for whatever semblance of a meal he could carry in his inked hands. It turned out to be an impressive amount of food, and it was all he could do to keep from leaving a crumbled trail behind him. Then, not quite as carefully, he shouldered his way back up the stairs and outside to watch the sun creep higher in the ominous sky from the upper deck with what he thought would be his solitude. |