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[Ren Seadrift]

23rd of Spring, 514 AV The rain that had started on the 21st had been pretty heavy, a lot of the city had needed a good cleaning though. There had been deposits of dirt and grime everywhere and now the streets were as close to clean as streets could be. But not only that, the heavy rain had washed a lot of stuff into the river, and Ren had had the brilliant idea to sail her Casinor to the Waterfall from the Bluevein into the Suvan Sea, hoping to find some sparkly goodies at the bottom, or even floating in the water. As Ren pulled down her sails and set anchor to keep from drifting away she began to survey the water, looking for any glinting hints of treasure in the water. She was just glad today was fairly nice out, it meant she could get away with swimming in the water without a lot of extra clothing to weight her down. She pulled off her boots, and any extra clothing she didn't need like her loose ivory shirt, but kept her pants on. Ren folded the clothing and set them on the deck of her ship as she set her sights on the water again, looking for something shiny to dive in after. After a second surveying she spotted something and dove in, swimming down and snatching it before swimming back up before she ran out of breath. As she made it to her Casinor her Tavan, Breeze, appeared to see what she was doing. "Just in time Breeze. I'm hunting for treasure at the bottom of the water, care to help?" She asked the dolphin who clicked in reply and circled her boat before diving down to search for a shiny of his own. Ren chuckled and went to work inspecting the thing she'd found. After rinsing it off a bit more in the water she was displeased to find it was only a rock, a shiny rock, but just a rock. Well, at least she was the only one with the idea. IT would be horrible if a bunch of others came to do their own treasure hunting. ------------ "Ren Speaking Fratava." --- "Hypnotism in Fratava." "Ren Speaking Common." --- "Hypnotism in Common." "Ren Speaking Tukant."

[Finian Truewind]

Ian was not unfamiliar to the wrath of a spring storm, but he was used to weathering them either out in the open Suvan in his casinor or in the familiar undulating city of boats. There was something somewhat disconcerting for the itinerant shipwright to be stuck below his own deck in an unfamiliar port surrounded by hulking wooden beasts of merchantile vessels in various states of disrepair. He had, at first, considered going out in the deluge, but once he saw the streets were flooding and various individuals (not to mention their belongings) affected by said flooding, he decided it was in his better interest to stay in his casinor. At least it was designed to be on the water.

The blond Svefra spent most of the severe rain carving, sleeping, cleaning, and sleeping some more. His cabin-turned-workshop had never looked so spiffy. All his tools were finally in their places. All his wood was organized. All the woodchips and sawdust was dumped overboard in the rain. Everything was in its place. Since Finian could hardly hear himself think above the sound of rain pounding on his deck and wind howling its way around the hulls of other ships docked around him, he simply set himself to each task, one messy corner of his cabin after the next. It was somewhat cathartic, despite the occasional jolting and heavy rocking that sometimes upset his entire organization schemes.

By the time Syna’s light filtered through his port windows on the 23rd, Ian was more than thankful for the opportunity to get outside.

Laviku had been kind to the itinerant shipwright, for as he stood on his still-slick deck, barefoot and barechested in the warm sunlight, he could see several other ships on the port had been damaged, tangled, and otherwise inconvenienced by the rough weather. The bay was full of lost cargo, flotsam, and all sorts of unexpected things bobbing in the sparkling water as the Bluevein roared its way down from the cliffs above.

Loose cargo.

Ian’s lagoon blue eyes scanned the bay a second and a third time, curiosity piqued. There could be some interesting things floating out there, lost and currently forgotten, in the bay.

It would be a shame for some of that to go to waste.

Quickly, with all the suave he could muster to keep from appearing too suspicious, he untied The Handmade’n from his mooring and shoved away from the docks, only half-raising his mains’l so as to drift a bit into the bay. There was only a slight breeze and it took a bit of tacking to get much motion at all. The stillness was a strange respite from the previous two days of storming. Ian could see that the streets were slowly draining and the city of Riverfall itself was rather sparkly under Syna’s rays. Everything needed a good washing, after all.

As he leaned into his tiller to weave his way out of the shadows of a few larger merchant vessels and into the bay proper, Finian caught sight of another small ship, possibly another casinor, floating on its own in the direction of the falls. Its sails were down and the Svefra couldn’t see if it was anchored or not. Perhaps it had broken free from the docks during the jostling of the storm. His thoughts of finding wonderous abandoned goods were fleeting, for it was impossible for the Flotilla-born shipwright to ignore the site of another casinor drifting without anyone aboard that he could see. What if it was damaged?

He was already running through possibilities in his mind, shifting his bodyweight against the starboard side of his ship as he jibed his half-raised sail, completely changing direction and crossing the wind. It didn’t take him but a handful of chimes to reach the other vessel, and he hardly struggled to bring his casinor to a stop by luffing his sail and dropping his own anchor. Once he was close enough, he noticed the ship was indeed anchored, but he was already scanning the hull for any signs of damage instead of looking for any signs of life on deck. He was soon distracted by woodgrain and peeling paint before the sounds of splashing registered in his mind.

Oh.

Blinking, he turned his attention to the foredecks of the other casinor,

“Ahoy!” He waved and shouted in Fratava before he’d even really found the source of the sounds he heard. A barrel thumped against his own hull lazily in its abandoned drifting. A few more floated in the near vicinity, along with gods knew what else under the surface. His lagoon blue gaze fell first on the dolphin, obviously a tavan by the warm wash of familiarity he could feel through the sensitivities gifted through the Laviku mark that graced his tanned, freckled flesh. His own tavan was most likely still asleep belowdecks, a white ball of fluff keeping his bedlinens warm instead of playing in the sunshine after the storm. Silly creature. The blond’s expression widened into a friendly grin once he spotted the woman hauling herself onto the deck of her casinor, surely one of his own people, all briney bay water and bare skin,

”Finally a fair mornin’ to you,” Finian offered kindly, hands moving in greeting along with his words in their shared tongue. He forced his eyes to wander over the details of the woman’s ship again instead of letting them stray too much over her person too soon, ”Just out for a swim or was yer casinor damaged by all that petchin’ rain?”

Always concerned for those ships. Indeed.

Some things couldn’t be helped, really.