Sounsyy had limped half booted back across the floor to her barstool, on which she sat just on the edge and tried to reapply her discarded boot. Her injured hand complicated matters, as it had begun shooting pain up her wrist whenever she applied pressure to it or tried to exercise its former dexterity. She was still grumbling to herself by the time she managed to slip the heel in and started re-lacing. Halfway through she stopped and looked up awkwardly at Ryanti and his subtle mention of the Bloodsands.
It was true that in those days she still wore her hair long. But it was only at the behest of her lanista that any upkeep of it was maintained. The damage had already been done. Sounsyy recalled telling the Lalafellin mentor, "Beauty won't save anyone." Though she kept this thought to herself in the presence of Eighty-five, she still held to that belief. There had been a time once, long ago, when primping had been a part of her daily ritual - her appearance tantamount to her self esteem - but now she had no one to impress and had little love for looking at herself in the mirror anyways.
"Hmph, femme fatale?" Sounsyy shook her head at the ground, returning her focus to her boot. She finished, stood, and flexed her foot around in its boot a moment before turning to Jonathan. "Yeh, as fun as all the banter is, I'm sure yer ready to get underway with what we're here fer. Jada has yer gear stowed away in the armory, if yeh talk to her she'll show yeh to it so yeh can get situated. Morning report estimated we'd arrive in another bell and some. So I suggest yeh get what must needs be done with some haste."
She turned towards Susuroon and gave him a look, which caused the tiny beastman to quiver some, as he had still been as yet unable to subdue his snickering over the whole affair.
"Susuroon..."
"A-aye captain!?"
"Need yeh in the Nest on lookout. I'll send Cwaenlona to finish yer duties here."
The Qiqirn nodded in relief and hopped away, skittering up the stairs into the armory above. Sounsyy shook her head as she watched him go. She turned to the rest of the group and beckoned for them to follow her out if they were done. Though whether they were or were not seemed irrelevant as the Captain made for the stairs herself without another moment's notice. She too had her duties to perform.
She crested the stairs and made her way over to Jada, who was in the process of rechecking their inventory on ropes and lines. Sounsyy whispered something in Jada's ear, to which the Keeper nodded, before the two separated. Sounsyy ascending to the main deck, passing Ryanti what might have been a quick smirk just before she disappeared from view, while Jada moved her way over to the makeshift, wrap-around counter stemming from the base of the bowsprit.
The agile Keeper ducked below the counter and a rustling noise could be heard from without. She popped back over the top holding a large metal key, which she held up to Jonathan. She gave a large, white-toothed smile at them all and pocketed the key.
"Much to my displeasure, per Captain's orders, your goods were not touched or tampered with. Is a large case though, so I had Fhruhsunn store it up on the half-deck," Jada said casually as she ascended the steps that led up to the Armory's half-deck. There, placed against one wall was the Sharlayan's coffer of goods they had brought with them their first night. Two lengths of heavy iron chains had been crisscrossed tightly over the top of the crate and bound with a padlock to prevent access. Jada knelt down and unlocked the chains and deposited them to either side. She stood and moved to one side to give them enough room to begin their own inspection, but the Quartermaster kept nearby, hopping up onto another crate and watched the group with her legs dangling idly off the side.
It was true that in those days she still wore her hair long. But it was only at the behest of her lanista that any upkeep of it was maintained. The damage had already been done. Sounsyy recalled telling the Lalafellin mentor, "Beauty won't save anyone." Though she kept this thought to herself in the presence of Eighty-five, she still held to that belief. There had been a time once, long ago, when primping had been a part of her daily ritual - her appearance tantamount to her self esteem - but now she had no one to impress and had little love for looking at herself in the mirror anyways.
"Hmph, femme fatale?" Sounsyy shook her head at the ground, returning her focus to her boot. She finished, stood, and flexed her foot around in its boot a moment before turning to Jonathan. "Yeh, as fun as all the banter is, I'm sure yer ready to get underway with what we're here fer. Jada has yer gear stowed away in the armory, if yeh talk to her she'll show yeh to it so yeh can get situated. Morning report estimated we'd arrive in another bell and some. So I suggest yeh get what must needs be done with some haste."
She turned towards Susuroon and gave him a look, which caused the tiny beastman to quiver some, as he had still been as yet unable to subdue his snickering over the whole affair.
"Susuroon..."
"A-aye captain!?"
"Need yeh in the Nest on lookout. I'll send Cwaenlona to finish yer duties here."
The Qiqirn nodded in relief and hopped away, skittering up the stairs into the armory above. Sounsyy shook her head as she watched him go. She turned to the rest of the group and beckoned for them to follow her out if they were done. Though whether they were or were not seemed irrelevant as the Captain made for the stairs herself without another moment's notice. She too had her duties to perform.
She crested the stairs and made her way over to Jada, who was in the process of rechecking their inventory on ropes and lines. Sounsyy whispered something in Jada's ear, to which the Keeper nodded, before the two separated. Sounsyy ascending to the main deck, passing Ryanti what might have been a quick smirk just before she disappeared from view, while Jada moved her way over to the makeshift, wrap-around counter stemming from the base of the bowsprit.
The agile Keeper ducked below the counter and a rustling noise could be heard from without. She popped back over the top holding a large metal key, which she held up to Jonathan. She gave a large, white-toothed smile at them all and pocketed the key.
"Much to my displeasure, per Captain's orders, your goods were not touched or tampered with. Is a large case though, so I had Fhruhsunn store it up on the half-deck," Jada said casually as she ascended the steps that led up to the Armory's half-deck. There, placed against one wall was the Sharlayan's coffer of goods they had brought with them their first night. Two lengths of heavy iron chains had been crisscrossed tightly over the top of the crate and bound with a padlock to prevent access. Jada knelt down and unlocked the chains and deposited them to either side. She stood and moved to one side to give them enough room to begin their own inspection, but the Quartermaster kept nearby, hopping up onto another crate and watched the group with her legs dangling idly off the side.