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The sea sprayed beyond plank and coiled rope, to brush cold and damp against Tisikleos Miles’ cheek. Hands tight behind her back, the pirate stood as tall as her petite frame allowed, and refused, utterly refused indeed, to be swayed by the ocean’s salted tears. Let the spray weep on her all it liked. Tisikleos rose above such furtive emotional waves, just as their ship brushed upon the surface of the deep. Pink lips pursed on a quiet mouth, Tisikleos watched the edge of the next crest as the crew busied about. They would leave her be.
Not because of the inherent sense of bodily danger any being received when seeking to break the human mage’s solitude, but because ‘Kleos earned it. Years at sea and on their island opened such privileges through the toils they swept through together, and the families she cared for on their tiny isle. After years of hauling line, waying anchor and battling beside the crew, she proved herself capable of standing on deck, shifting as another sailor had need, eyes focused on the waves which churned her gut.
Such an unsettled sea.
As unsettled as a mother’s nerves at being separated from their son for so long. Tuuli remained on the isle with Tisikleos’ aging nurse Anatha, and while Kleos trusted those on the isle, her arms ached to hold their toddling boy. Yet, such reunions came and went, and it was to other meetings the bulk of Tisikleos’ mind lingered.
There was one in her mind, which strained free of her dreams and into the waking hours. A lost one brought home by Aedan Miles, fine of feature and… the image gone! Gone as oft clairvoyant images fled, with naught but flickers of a candle’s light against the wall. Was it the red of ginger hair, or a waft of flame? Her hair, piled atop her head in some form of plait, or something else?
The ocean sprayed her cheek again, and the images melted off Kleos’ skin. She breathed deep into her lungs and held it, until her lungs purged and Tisikleos tried again to see some useful tidbit of fate beyond a flicker of long hair, and the shadows dancing on a wall from flame. Soon, Aedan's ship and hers would reach the isle. Reese
Not because of the inherent sense of bodily danger any being received when seeking to break the human mage’s solitude, but because ‘Kleos earned it. Years at sea and on their island opened such privileges through the toils they swept through together, and the families she cared for on their tiny isle. After years of hauling line, waying anchor and battling beside the crew, she proved herself capable of standing on deck, shifting as another sailor had need, eyes focused on the waves which churned her gut.
Such an unsettled sea.
As unsettled as a mother’s nerves at being separated from their son for so long. Tuuli remained on the isle with Tisikleos’ aging nurse Anatha, and while Kleos trusted those on the isle, her arms ached to hold their toddling boy. Yet, such reunions came and went, and it was to other meetings the bulk of Tisikleos’ mind lingered.
There was one in her mind, which strained free of her dreams and into the waking hours. A lost one brought home by Aedan Miles, fine of feature and… the image gone! Gone as oft clairvoyant images fled, with naught but flickers of a candle’s light against the wall. Was it the red of ginger hair, or a waft of flame? Her hair, piled atop her head in some form of plait, or something else?
The ocean sprayed her cheek again, and the images melted off Kleos’ skin. She breathed deep into her lungs and held it, until her lungs purged and Tisikleos tried again to see some useful tidbit of fate beyond a flicker of long hair, and the shadows dancing on a wall from flame. Soon, Aedan's ship and hers would reach the isle. Reese