Post by Thimble on Jan 30, 2023 22:44:29 GMT
"Not at all" Sliocht said, going for a third bite of his delectable fruit. Better to keep the big man in the dark on this particular circumstance. Besides, Soren didn't seem like the type to go in for vague, shadowy portents of unease.
"Blight-winged narcissistic rat-fucking fairies!"
Sliocht almost choked on his apple, startled by the sudden yelling from the bridge. Something about blights and rat-fucking, he thought, as he coughed out a chunk of fruit. It was time.
"We're in it now, lads" he muttered grimly, forcing a grin back onto his face. He grabbed Emer in a friendly embrace, clapping her on the shoulders in a gesture of goodwill. Close enough that no one else could hear, the cheerful barber lowered his voice and whispered a warning.
"Watch yourself today. Talk later, if there's time".
With that, the ship's barber left Emer and Soren to their fruits and made his way to side of the ship, lashing one hand to the railing with a leather strap to keep him secure during the ride down. He tapped his saw against his leg nervously, breathing quickly in anticipation of the work to come.
"Blight-winged narcissistic rat-fucking fairies!"
Sliocht almost choked on his apple, startled by the sudden yelling from the bridge. Something about blights and rat-fucking, he thought, as he coughed out a chunk of fruit. It was time.
"We're in it now, lads" he muttered grimly, forcing a grin back onto his face. He grabbed Emer in a friendly embrace, clapping her on the shoulders in a gesture of goodwill. Close enough that no one else could hear, the cheerful barber lowered his voice and whispered a warning.
"Watch yourself today. Talk later, if there's time".
With that, the ship's barber left Emer and Soren to their fruits and made his way to side of the ship, lashing one hand to the railing with a leather strap to keep him secure during the ride down. He tapped his saw against his leg nervously, breathing quickly in anticipation of the work to come.
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Sliocht gripped the rail tight as the ship dove through the clouds. His knuckles had long since turned white from the constant grip, and the whistling gusts of the ship's rapid descent had left him shivering. He sucked in a sharp breath as the shape of the manor below grew clearer.
Carried by determination and fury over the howling gale, he could hear a cry from the bridge.
"For fate and fortune!"
"Fate and fortune" he whispered, his words drowned out by the roaring wind.
Carried by determination and fury over the howling gale, he could hear a cry from the bridge.
"For fate and fortune!"
"Fate and fortune" he whispered, his words drowned out by the roaring wind.