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tristranthornLife on the Perdita, Tristran finds, is very different from anything he's ever experienced in his life. For one, they are above the ground, many miles up, where the only thing they see is cloud. This is nothing like his stable-life in Wall, where everything is very much grounded -- literally.
The folk aboard the Perdita is also another thing. Every last one of Alberic's crew has their own unique quality or quirk. He's never met a bunch of men (and woman: Meggot) more colourful than them. Each one of them has a story to tell and throughout the two weeks of their journey with them, he's learned a lot -- about things he never could have imagined, about places he's never even dreamed of, and people he could never hope to meet.
Wall, Tristran decides, is a very closed, rather self-indulgent little place in comparison (not to say he doesn't love his home). Even with the likes of the fair as some pathetic attempt at being open-minded, it couldn't even begin to scratch the surface of the worlds upon worlds surrounding it.
In any case, Tristran has been enjoying his time on the pirate ship, but as a fortnight quickly passes (bar-time included), he expects this part of the journey is about to come to a close.
That evening during dinner, Alberic announces to his crew and the couple, that in less than twelve hours, they should be near a harbour tree -- a convenient enough landing port for Tristran and Yvaine to get off and continue their travels on foot back to Wall.
"We'll be needin' to replenish our supplies," Alberic booms, swishing his glass of wine around. "So we can let you off at the same time."
"Thank you," Tristran responds, politely. "We are very grateful for all you've done for us."
"Not to worry m'boy." Alberic grins. "You've but one thing to promise me though."
"What's that?"
"Keep practicin' with that sword of yours. You've a lot to learn yet, but you'll do fine."
The folk aboard the Perdita is also another thing. Every last one of Alberic's crew has their own unique quality or quirk. He's never met a bunch of men (and woman: Meggot) more colourful than them. Each one of them has a story to tell and throughout the two weeks of their journey with them, he's learned a lot -- about things he never could have imagined, about places he's never even dreamed of, and people he could never hope to meet.
Wall, Tristran decides, is a very closed, rather self-indulgent little place in comparison (not to say he doesn't love his home). Even with the likes of the fair as some pathetic attempt at being open-minded, it couldn't even begin to scratch the surface of the worlds upon worlds surrounding it.
In any case, Tristran has been enjoying his time on the pirate ship, but as a fortnight quickly passes (bar-time included), he expects this part of the journey is about to come to a close.
That evening during dinner, Alberic announces to his crew and the couple, that in less than twelve hours, they should be near a harbour tree -- a convenient enough landing port for Tristran and Yvaine to get off and continue their travels on foot back to Wall.
"We'll be needin' to replenish our supplies," Alberic booms, swishing his glass of wine around. "So we can let you off at the same time."
"Thank you," Tristran responds, politely. "We are very grateful for all you've done for us."
"Not to worry m'boy." Alberic grins. "You've but one thing to promise me though."
"What's that?"
"Keep practicin' with that sword of yours. You've a lot to learn yet, but you'll do fine."
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:43 am (UTC)A slow, quiet smile.
"Someone had to play prince for them."
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Date: 2007-07-06 02:50 am (UTC)"Perhaps you could teach me one day," he starts, his mind sort of on auto-pilot, hardly thinking the words through until it is too late. "I mean -- since I assume you'd be good at it. And -- well, that way I ... I won't make a fool of myself ... before Victoria."
...Phew.
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:05 am (UTC)"When you are not feeling whatever," she murmurs. "I suppose."
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:12 am (UTC)He is quite adamantly ignoring the tingling on his hand, and he lifts his head up a bit to look in her direction.
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Date: 2007-07-06 03:21 am (UTC)Another light hum and her fingers curl a bit tighter - tingling pleasantly - no answer comes, breathing slow and even in sleep.
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Date: 2007-07-06 04:07 am (UTC)Tristran shifts a bit, slowly and carefully so not to wake his companion, until he is more or less sitting up.
He tilts his head, watching her with a strange sort of curiousity. She looks different when she's asleep -- peaceful, quiet, beautiful. Far different from how she is when she's awake, and yet unmistakably Yvaine.
A soft sort of smile crosses his features (unbeknown to him), and he lifts his right hand -- his non-scarred, perfectly normal hand -- towards her face, fingers hovering lightly over her cheek. He can almost feel the tingle against his fingertips.
Slowly, he withdraws his hand and lets out a sigh, leaning with his back to the wall, but so his hand -- the one beneath hers -- is still. His heart is pounding incessantly, and he forces his eyes closed.
Something's changed.
...And he isn't sure yet whether this is particularly a bad thing.