Open The Shark's Landing

[Aevian]

6th of Fall, 515 AV

Aevian cast a final, critical glance back at his ship anchored a few hundred feet from the harbour, making sure everything was correctly in place and the Silver Shark wasn't going anywhere. By itself, anyway. He wasn't so sure about Syliras, what with thieves and bandits and other scum roaming the lands. Perhaps the city guards would make sure it would be alright, but even then....

The Svefra turned, and dived straight into the water. A splash was heard seconds later, a light pattering of sea hitting the docks. His now-drenched head popped from the water, lightly gasping for breath. He waited a few seconds, sapphire eyes dashing back and forth between the foreign ships near him, before he went under again. Swimming, now, was almost as automatic as breathing. He only needed to remember WHEN to resurface and breathe, and in which direction he wanted to go. He forgot to get his goggles from the ship, as well, so it was pretty hard to see.

He looked again, shaking water from his eyes. He'd actually swam pretty far, only half the distance left. His muscles flexed slightly as his body moved back into a laying position; he could feel the sun on his back, he was so close to the surface. His right arm wind-milled forward, hand flat to slice through the water like a blade, before turning so that the flat of his palm propelled him forward. While his arm was moving, his leg was kicking up and down, pushing him forward as well. The actions were repeated, though on the opposite limb.... Again, and again. Faster, now.

All without a thought.

About a chime into his swim, Raktai swam beside him, smoothly and silently as a true predator. He bumped a few times into Aevian: their usual greeting, though they'd only been apart for less than ten chimes. Aevian slowed, and so did Rak; Aev floating upright near his ship, while the bull shark circled around him, bumping into his leg, his side. Always the playful one.

Aevian ran a hand over the shark's rough skin as he swam, a slight grin coming to his face. "Hey, buddy," he greeted the shark. "Can you watch the ship for awhile? I'll be back in a few bells, I wager. Just make sure no thieves come to steal her, aye?" Aev chuckled, before swimming closer and ascending the side of the casinor. He shivered only briefly as the air hit his bare, wet chest. Despite that, a shirt was the farthest thing from his mind. He headed into his little cabin for but a tick, grabbing his goggles and pouch of mizas. He might need them, one never knows.

Donning his swimming goggles, which made him feel a bit silly, he leaped back into the waters surrounding his boat. Raktai swam with him part of the way, before turning back, to swim in slow circles around the Silver Shark.

Climbing back onto the harbour, Aevian pushed his goggles to hand loosely around his neck, swiping his wet hair from his face. He looked around, before going on his merry way, a small, slightly discordant tune spilling from his lips. Man, it stinks here, he thought with a slight frown.

[Noble]

Noble's eyes were already glassy this early in the day, but his gait was sure and quick. He made eye contact and smiled with everyone as he passed by, winking every now and then at a few of the more attractive women. His simple clothing was tight-fitting, showing off his toned body. A few days worth of stubble littered his chin and cheeks, and the darkness accented his bright smile well. He stopped to admire the rear end of a rather dark beauty that sauntered by, issuing a low whistle at her passing. She stopped and turned, offering a slight smile before sauntering away. Noble just grinned and shook his head, turning and almost walking right into a shirtless, wet Svefra. He noticed the man's frown, and refused to return it. Instead, he beamed at the guy, though the glassy glint in his eye suggested something more devious. "You know you're wet, right?" He didn't know much of Svefra, and didn't particularly care to know. Unless this wet seaman could do something for him, he was just another face in the crowd. Such was the way that Noble rolled.

[Gile Askara]

Gile Ollpheist

The smell of rotting fish and the sea. For Gile it wasn't something he had gotten used to, but had instead learned to enjoy. What Gile hadn't learned to enjoy was the stiff formality and odd sense odd sense of justice that the Sylirans walked around with. Being from Ravok, the so called city of evil and chaos, Gile had found that he didn't quite fit in with the rest of the cities populace anymore than a wolf in a flock of sheep. The one place Gile did however find pleasant in the city however, were the docks. Gile had spent his life on the floating city of Ravok and had yet to grow used to being away from water for any length of time. It had amused him to some extent to think that such a minor thing could bother him, but he indulged himself in short trips to the docks none the less.

The day was not unusual nor interesting, Gile found himself letting out a yawn and looking out to sea, only to arch an eyebrow at the sevfra vessel he spotted in the bay. Sitting still Gile watched the vessel, it was nothing like the boats they had had in Ravok, the whole thing was a beauty even for it's small size. Watching the boat Gile was treated with the sight of the vessel's owner swimming to the dock. Deciding that at the very least he would inform the man of the quality of his ship Gile moved to intercept the sailor, though by the time he caught up to the man hauling himself out of the water he had already been intercepted by another rather, "eccentric" fellow making a rather droll if not obvious statement.

"and you sir" Making an almost exaggerated emphasis on the word sir, "realize that your statement was quite, Obvious." As Gile said this he layered his words with just a little djed letting it flow off of his tongue like magic, using a little bit of the techniques for hypnotism Gile forced the emotion of embarrassment at the man. Not heavy, and not much djed was thrown into it, just enough magic to make the man question the validity of what he said. Gile didn't care for those who were the type to be overconfident. That, and he took great pleasure in throwing them off balance.

After saying hat Gile turned away from the man to address the Sailor. "That ship of yours is a real beauty. Where'd you sail in in from if you don'y mind me asking?"
Addressing the man Gile put on a genuine smile, no magic and no manipulation, Gile genuinely liked the look for the ship, and didn't mind telling the man who owned it that he liked it.