-Eridanus-
Songster
is it bad that I am scared of Ember and she is only words on my screen?Ember's wing echoed magnificently as she ascended the Quicksilver's foremast, relishing the burning in the feathered muscles as she drove straight up through the cool, harbor air.
The sun was hanging in a mid-morning sky, having chased the fog away completely, devouring the wispy reminiscence of mist that had lingered beneath the solid, more puffy clouds.
The Harpy dropped onto the highest yard of the mast, bracing a hand against the cold, dark wood.
The indignity she had suffered in the powder chamber still left a lingering sense of shame, which only empowered rage. Her pride battling relentlessly against it- all functions of her mind wanted nothing more than to stomp it out.
Glossy black feathers folded around her arms, encompassing her frame to buffer the wind against her pale skin. Ember folded her arms across her chest, tight beneath the loose, ruffling wings.
The new First Mate was smarter than she had thought. It had proven to her advantage only in the moment, but what about in the future? If he was smart enough to compromise her position, to get beneath the captain's folds.
Not to mention Vhanya had fallen for her bluff as easily as the rest of the crew. Ember had assumed up until that moment that the Captain was either overconfident in her decisions, or at least had a sense of who she was putting into positions on the ship.
Although, either of those possibilities still stood.
Perhaps I should have just drawn the knife. Ember thought bitterly. Me, miscalculating like that. Unacceptable. I have to be more cautious. I have to play my cards right.
Her expression hardened, she scowled out over the cove.