-Midnight/Interlude-
She's on the beach, tossing rocks into the ocean. She's a child still, just barely eleven. The Captain had told her it was her birthday but she wasn't sure if that was true. She daren't have said anything lest another beating come. The sun was high in the air, the heat radiating from it welcome on her skin. The men were inland, likely doing what pirates did, and she was to stay with the boat sitting ashore.
But she wasn't alone.
Taurin was there. Her mentor. The gruff Miqo'te rested, sharpening his knife. Another stone into the water making a loud splash and Taurin looked up. "What did those stones ever do to you, child? Hmm? That you should drown them so."
Melodia looked back, her bandana covering much of her hair and smiled. "Stone's 're in me way...'sides, wha' use're they? They'll know different if I drown 'em 'r leave 'em." Taurin grunted, eyes locked on the young girl. "You act as if the stone has no feelings. Problem is, you toss them away before you can truly know for sure." He continued to sharpen his knife, the sound of the emtal on stone filling the air around the two. Melodia held up a stone and looked at it, a small frown on her face as she whispered, "A stone's feelin's don' mat'er...no' one bit. Jus' a damn stone in th' end." She tossed the last angrily into the water and Taurin frowned, disappointed look on his face at her words.
"Be it a stone, a pirate, or even the law....can't just dismiss those feelings so quickly." He scolded, lightly, voice imparting a lesson rather than warning. Moldia blushed as she saw Taurin's expression and looked back at the sea with a nod. "Aye...." She looked down and frowned. "d' ye think I'll always be this? I mean...in me life? Cleanin', cookin', stealin'?"
Tauring smiled a sad smile and continued sharpening his knife never looking up. When he finally did he eyes looked not at her but at the sea. "Child....you can be whatever you want to be in life. You have all the potential to be..." He did look at her, a warm expression, rare for him.
"...amazing."
She was still looking at the water. "If ye say so..."
And she tossed another rock to water, watching it sink quickly.
Her eyes opened and she found she'd been clutching her blanket tightly, Alara sleeping soundly beside her.
She whispered, looking at her sleeping wife, "Amazing" even as tears stung her eyes. As she slid out bed she knew it was time to get dressed and head out.
Out and back to tossing more stones into the sea.
She's on the beach, tossing rocks into the ocean. She's a child still, just barely eleven. The Captain had told her it was her birthday but she wasn't sure if that was true. She daren't have said anything lest another beating come. The sun was high in the air, the heat radiating from it welcome on her skin. The men were inland, likely doing what pirates did, and she was to stay with the boat sitting ashore.
But she wasn't alone.
Taurin was there. Her mentor. The gruff Miqo'te rested, sharpening his knife. Another stone into the water making a loud splash and Taurin looked up. "What did those stones ever do to you, child? Hmm? That you should drown them so."
Melodia looked back, her bandana covering much of her hair and smiled. "Stone's 're in me way...'sides, wha' use're they? They'll know different if I drown 'em 'r leave 'em." Taurin grunted, eyes locked on the young girl. "You act as if the stone has no feelings. Problem is, you toss them away before you can truly know for sure." He continued to sharpen his knife, the sound of the emtal on stone filling the air around the two. Melodia held up a stone and looked at it, a small frown on her face as she whispered, "A stone's feelin's don' mat'er...no' one bit. Jus' a damn stone in th' end." She tossed the last angrily into the water and Taurin frowned, disappointed look on his face at her words.
"Be it a stone, a pirate, or even the law....can't just dismiss those feelings so quickly." He scolded, lightly, voice imparting a lesson rather than warning. Moldia blushed as she saw Taurin's expression and looked back at the sea with a nod. "Aye...." She looked down and frowned. "d' ye think I'll always be this? I mean...in me life? Cleanin', cookin', stealin'?"
Tauring smiled a sad smile and continued sharpening his knife never looking up. When he finally did he eyes looked not at her but at the sea. "Child....you can be whatever you want to be in life. You have all the potential to be..." He did look at her, a warm expression, rare for him.
"...amazing."
She was still looking at the water. "If ye say so..."
And she tossed another rock to water, watching it sink quickly.
Her eyes opened and she found she'd been clutching her blanket tightly, Alara sleeping soundly beside her.
She whispered, looking at her sleeping wife, "Amazing" even as tears stung her eyes. As she slid out bed she knew it was time to get dressed and head out.
Out and back to tossing more stones into the sea.
