Day 89th of Summer, 512 A.V.
A young girl appearing in her teens, just around the age of thirteen winters, sat perched atop a barrel overlooking the sea with hazel eyes. Her clothes looked odd, that of a boy's and hung off her form, too big and unfitted for such a tiny girl. Her brown locks were shoulder length while thin strands of it danced around her face, eyes looking unnaturally still. Her entire being was unnatural because during those months on the ship, she had grown, shifting from the appearance of a little girl to a teenager. To think she was nearly ten months old. The crew had noticed, there was no luck in hiding it and so, the girl decided to sit out on the dock today, instead of being crammed in the cabin with her caretaker. She was as sick or her studies as she was of the sea...
It was a clear day out, the seas were calm, reflecting the blue sky and golden sun as the ship sailed pleasantly in the light breeze. Off in the distance was a small spot of land, it appeared as a speck on the horizon but still quiet noticeable. They would be in Riverfall by the end of the night, if not tomorrow. However, to the left of that dot of land, there were bellowing clouds, indicating a storm approaching. The girl wondered if they would reach land before it hit. The last storm spurred giant waves that nearly sank the ship.
“Reven!”
Hazel eyes turned, gazing upon the sight of her caretaker, Mutaldi, as the old woman approached her with a book. “What have I told you about sneaking onto the deck when no one is around? What if you fall into the water? How are we to know?” She sighed, settling next to the Kelvic. “Though, I don't blame you, m'dear. It is a pretty day out.”
It was then she felt the soft stroke of the woman's hand over her head. Reven didn't mind it and actually leaned toward it, wanting a motherly relationship from the woman. But Mutaldi would have none of it. Her hand pulled away quite abruptly but the feline was use to it. Her caretaker was simply that: taking care of her. “The cabin smells today. I think someone threw up last night...” The cougar smelled strange scents last night while trying to sleep in her feline form.
“Well they were being plentiful with the Ale last night.” Mutaldi muttered, a smile touching her lips. “But some people just can't handle the sea.”
“I hate it...”
Reven heard the woman scoff. “Please, Reven. It's not that bad. Once we get to Riverfall, you'll understand it was worth the trouble. Why, there's men of all kind there, just waiting—“
And there she went, off on a ramble about suitors, marriage, and something about a bondmate. Reven never liked talking about those kind of things. She would rather scurry the streets, or the woods, looking for hiding places and things hiding in those places. It was one of the reasons she had such a bad reputation with the crew on this ship. Reven liked to adventure, but most of the time, those adventures ended in her getting stuck in things, or almost having a limb removed, or accidentally giving someone a concussion or an injury.
Her curiosity for the world prevented her from any kind of friends. Not only that, but being what she was kept people at a distance.
Mutaldi was still vomiting words of marriage to the young girl when she pointedly hopped from the barrel and walked away from her.
“Young lady, where do you think you're going? You need to study!” Mutaldi called.
“You're not my mother!” Reven returned.
That silenced the woman. She could not retort to such a comment because it was a fact and a thing Mutaldi reminded her of daily. Hearing the woman sigh, Reven continued on her journey to the other side of the ship, looking for another adventure.
A young girl appearing in her teens, just around the age of thirteen winters, sat perched atop a barrel overlooking the sea with hazel eyes. Her clothes looked odd, that of a boy's and hung off her form, too big and unfitted for such a tiny girl. Her brown locks were shoulder length while thin strands of it danced around her face, eyes looking unnaturally still. Her entire being was unnatural because during those months on the ship, she had grown, shifting from the appearance of a little girl to a teenager. To think she was nearly ten months old. The crew had noticed, there was no luck in hiding it and so, the girl decided to sit out on the dock today, instead of being crammed in the cabin with her caretaker. She was as sick or her studies as she was of the sea...
It was a clear day out, the seas were calm, reflecting the blue sky and golden sun as the ship sailed pleasantly in the light breeze. Off in the distance was a small spot of land, it appeared as a speck on the horizon but still quiet noticeable. They would be in Riverfall by the end of the night, if not tomorrow. However, to the left of that dot of land, there were bellowing clouds, indicating a storm approaching. The girl wondered if they would reach land before it hit. The last storm spurred giant waves that nearly sank the ship.
“Reven!”
Hazel eyes turned, gazing upon the sight of her caretaker, Mutaldi, as the old woman approached her with a book. “What have I told you about sneaking onto the deck when no one is around? What if you fall into the water? How are we to know?” She sighed, settling next to the Kelvic. “Though, I don't blame you, m'dear. It is a pretty day out.”
It was then she felt the soft stroke of the woman's hand over her head. Reven didn't mind it and actually leaned toward it, wanting a motherly relationship from the woman. But Mutaldi would have none of it. Her hand pulled away quite abruptly but the feline was use to it. Her caretaker was simply that: taking care of her. “The cabin smells today. I think someone threw up last night...” The cougar smelled strange scents last night while trying to sleep in her feline form.
“Well they were being plentiful with the Ale last night.” Mutaldi muttered, a smile touching her lips. “But some people just can't handle the sea.”
“I hate it...”
Reven heard the woman scoff. “Please, Reven. It's not that bad. Once we get to Riverfall, you'll understand it was worth the trouble. Why, there's men of all kind there, just waiting—“
And there she went, off on a ramble about suitors, marriage, and something about a bondmate. Reven never liked talking about those kind of things. She would rather scurry the streets, or the woods, looking for hiding places and things hiding in those places. It was one of the reasons she had such a bad reputation with the crew on this ship. Reven liked to adventure, but most of the time, those adventures ended in her getting stuck in things, or almost having a limb removed, or accidentally giving someone a concussion or an injury.
Her curiosity for the world prevented her from any kind of friends. Not only that, but being what she was kept people at a distance.
Mutaldi was still vomiting words of marriage to the young girl when she pointedly hopped from the barrel and walked away from her.
“Young lady, where do you think you're going? You need to study!” Mutaldi called.
“You're not my mother!” Reven returned.
That silenced the woman. She could not retort to such a comment because it was a fact and a thing Mutaldi reminded her of daily. Hearing the woman sigh, Reven continued on her journey to the other side of the ship, looking for another adventure.