(( *strikes a pose* 
))
"Sorry."
'Sorry' was all he had to say to her as he walked away and he didn't explain. 'Sorry' was haunting her mind. 'Sorry' was about to drive her insane. Oria rubbed at tired eyes and pulled herself to her feet, hands patting at her rear to dust away dirt from the pier.
“I’m off, you lot! Let’s meet again!†The young lady presented her best, if tired, smile and waved to the group that had gathered. Happiness, that was what it was called, bubbled up in her chest and exploded in her heart when her companions shouted the same in return. It almost made her forget her original goal. Oria had to find Tyriont and if needed to, force an explanation out of him. What did ‘sorry’ mean anyway!
Oria threw a swing in her hips and swaggered away, arms stretched over her head. Only a bell had passed since she had seen Tyriont stumble his way down the pier and around the corner. He should have made it back by now, but she hadn’t seen him cross the pier on the other side. His ship was in their sights the entire time but she couldn't recall – Oria’s train of thought derailed as her foot kicked something.
“What’s this?†Oria mumbled aloud and crouched down to examine the hat, “Hells, don’t tell me the Cap’n fell off the pier!â€Â
She made to move to the side of the pier but the now dried blood caught her eye which had her scooting back to examine it. Oria moved her hand near the spots of blood. It was not a good sign she couldn’t feel any residual warmth – whatever happened to Tyriont, he was long gone by now.
“Hope that isn’t blood from his face,†Oria grumbled and brushed her fingers along the hat, fingers catching on the card, “That’s the only thing he’s got going for h—what’s this?†The woman squint her eyes in the night, trying to read over the card. She tilted this way and that way in a desperate attempt to find some decent lightning to read. Twelve be damned if she didn’t believe her night sight was getting worse.
Oria shoved herself to her feet once again that night and broke into a jog toward the ship, the hat held close to her chest and the card clutched in one hand. Tears stung at her eyes and picked up the pace, “Damn it, it’s suppose to be the other way around Cap’n! This doesn’t happen in the books!â€Â
She skidded to a halt in front of the ship.
It was out before she knew it, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Tyriont is not a woman!!"
))"Sorry."
'Sorry' was all he had to say to her as he walked away and he didn't explain. 'Sorry' was haunting her mind. 'Sorry' was about to drive her insane. Oria rubbed at tired eyes and pulled herself to her feet, hands patting at her rear to dust away dirt from the pier.
“I’m off, you lot! Let’s meet again!†The young lady presented her best, if tired, smile and waved to the group that had gathered. Happiness, that was what it was called, bubbled up in her chest and exploded in her heart when her companions shouted the same in return. It almost made her forget her original goal. Oria had to find Tyriont and if needed to, force an explanation out of him. What did ‘sorry’ mean anyway!
Oria threw a swing in her hips and swaggered away, arms stretched over her head. Only a bell had passed since she had seen Tyriont stumble his way down the pier and around the corner. He should have made it back by now, but she hadn’t seen him cross the pier on the other side. His ship was in their sights the entire time but she couldn't recall – Oria’s train of thought derailed as her foot kicked something.
“What’s this?†Oria mumbled aloud and crouched down to examine the hat, “Hells, don’t tell me the Cap’n fell off the pier!â€Â
She made to move to the side of the pier but the now dried blood caught her eye which had her scooting back to examine it. Oria moved her hand near the spots of blood. It was not a good sign she couldn’t feel any residual warmth – whatever happened to Tyriont, he was long gone by now.
“Hope that isn’t blood from his face,†Oria grumbled and brushed her fingers along the hat, fingers catching on the card, “That’s the only thing he’s got going for h—what’s this?†The woman squint her eyes in the night, trying to read over the card. She tilted this way and that way in a desperate attempt to find some decent lightning to read. Twelve be damned if she didn’t believe her night sight was getting worse.
Oria shoved herself to her feet once again that night and broke into a jog toward the ship, the hat held close to her chest and the card clutched in one hand. Tears stung at her eyes and picked up the pace, “Damn it, it’s suppose to be the other way around Cap’n! This doesn’t happen in the books!â€Â
She skidded to a halt in front of the ship.
It was out before she knew it, shouting at the top of her lungs.
"Tyriont is not a woman!!"
