by Eleret on August 27th, 2013, 9:19 am
Summer xx, 513 AV
exact date pending quest events
After the initial excitement of setting out -- admittedly considerably more eventful than Eleret had thought to expect -- the voyage settled into the routine sameness she knew from past experience. It was a different sea, and for a different purpose... but still the water stretched the same in all directions, the air tasted consistently of salt, the food quickly proved monotonous, and while the sailors sometimes did things differently... their tasks all followed the same general plan.
Eleret chose to take the monotony as restful -- after all, the only other real option was boring. Her own days fell into a pattern of their own. First, always, she went to visit Skye in the hold, checking on her fodder and cleaning the stall as best the confined space allowed. At the last, she just brushed the horse for a good long while, reassuring her that the journey was to good purpose and would soon enough be over, releasing her to the joys of pasture and open air. Inasmuch as the Konti could discern anything of equine moods, the placid little mare seemed as content as she might expect any one to be.
Often, those tasks alone took up a bell or more of Eleret's day... which left her with still many more to spend. She passed most of those abovedeck, of course, out of the confined and stale air below. Small and dim as her bunk was, it was not a space which particularly invited anything but sleeping. It helped, when inside, that her choice of roommate had proven fortunate indeed -- though their mutual curiosity sometimes meant conversations extended well into bells otherwise slated for sleep. Eleret begrudged that not at all.
But she still didn't spend more time inside than really necessary. Today, like many other days, found Eleret seated in an unobtrusive place on the deck, presently shaded from the vivid sun by one of the ship's great sails. She had along her lens in its case, because the Konti as of yet went nowhere without it; she had also her woodcarving tools, because at some point she meant to employ those. For the moment, however, they remained in their coiled wrap; her hands held only a block of pale wood, one thus far entirely untouched by blade. Idly turning it to and fro, Eleret studied it from all angles as if she might see through the wood's surface and discern some other form deeper within. |
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Eleret on September 18th, 2013, 8:44 pm, edited 1 time in total.
