[RP]

[withoutharbor]

Who: Note and Muirin
Where: An Island
When: King's Year 192ish?? (before Note met his own crew)
What: An Encounter

[The night is still fairly young, the sea calm and the breeze balmy. It's a gentle night, and the sailors are in good spirits despite their situation, as they had the luck to come across this small, secluded island just when their ship was badly in need of emergency repairs. The jagged rise of land is softened by the thick foliage that has made it's determined way over much of the island, leaving only the sandy cove bare, where the ship now rests, hidden by the island itself and its many broad-leafed trees.

Nothaniel, having taken his meal and his turn at the watch, decides to stretch his legs on the island a bit with some of the others while the tide is low and the captain will allow it (to the hoots and friendly jeering of their peers, warning them of sea spirits and the like).

The firefly dance of Messenger's Flames over a ridge of stones lures him away from the rest of the sailors and now he stands at the top of a rocky outcropping by the shore, watching the bugs flit through the water...]

Comments

[withoutharbor]

So you are wandering in exile... [looking vaguely troubled] ...What do your people consider so treasonous that the guilty party must be cast out of society?

[ofstormandsea]

[ Smiles, bitterly. ]

Only that I did not meet my Queen's standards. You are bold to be asking a lady such questions upon first meeting.

[withoutharbor]

[hrf!]

Yes, well. I would be more polite under normal circumstances... Still, it seems my worry was for nothing, and I've worried you as well. My apologies...

[ofstormandsea]

It is nothing, so long as you do not tell your crew of my presence here.

Your name?

[withoutharbor]

...Nothaniel. My family name is Morgan.

What need is there to hide if you merely came here by coincidence...?

[ofstormandsea]

[ ...Morgan, huh. What a coincidence. ]

You're quite new to the sea, aren't you, Nothaniel? Most humans would kill us at the drop of a hat, had they any sense to their names.

[withoutharbor]

[flusters a bit and frowns at the implications of that]

For what reason...?

[ofstormandsea]

Mmm... you should ask your crew-mates.

[withoutharbor]

That answer seems more evasive than necessary, Ma'am...

[ofstormandsea]

I know not the extent of merpire tales-- I am not often on land, if at all.

Begins shuffling back, inching towards the water where the kelpie waits. ]

[withoutharbor]

[Perks with vague recognition--! But that recognition doesn't cause him to reach for his gun again, so that's good..?]

A merpire...!




I was told they are.. more colorful.

[ofstormandsea]

[ Pauses, as the waves lap at her shins. ]

Mm... well. The males are the more ostentatious of us.

[withoutharbor]

[Blinks as he realizes she might be leaving--]

Ah--[takes a step toward her unconsciously before stopping in confusion, since what exactly would be the point of following?]

[ofstormandsea]

[ ...Pauses, watching him. Strange... ]

You would pursue me?

[withoutharbor]

[--shakes his head]

I gave you my name but I haven't gotten yours in exchange.

[ofstormandsea]

Ah. Do you feel you deserve it, waving that thing around at me?

I am Muirin.

[withoutharbor]

No, ah.. Thank you... I will avoid telling the others, if you intend to stay...

[ofstormandsea]

[ She seems to think on that for a bit, even as she slides further backwards into the surf. ]

Perhaps I will keep here for the time you remain. You're an interesting boy.

[withoutharbor]

[I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS]

[ofstormandsea]

[ it means ur a qt

either way, she quickly disappears into the waves, and the kelpie with her. ]