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Ember had come to recognize sleep as an evil thing. Especially the shallower sessions.
The sun had not risen yet, and neither had Lyra. The lone cabin lantern was turned down dim, and the only sounds aboard the ship so far were the droning of the waves and creaking of the strong, black boards.
Most Mythics were born with a strong sense of the sun and time, especially Harpies and Phoenixes. So even with no windows or sign of daylight in the lower deck cabins, Ember was awake well before dawn. The sky outside would still be dim, especially along the mist-shrouded coast in which rested the cove.

The gloss black and crimson-tipped feathers in her wings were already straightened and preened, save for a handful of somewhat bent or broken ones, which she had collected into a small pile on the desk chair. Ember pulled the thick strands of her braid tight, tying the thin strip of cloth around the end with quick practiced hands.

The night had brought little more than restlessness. Even Lyra had been long to sleep, and every second which Ember could feel the hum of life from her existence, her exhaustion continued to grow. It was well into the night when they both finally slipped into a shallow rest.
And little rest it had been. The day before had been riddled with far too many reminders- reminders of all the things she would forever be cursed by. None of that. She'd do better today. Not Coal, Jintao, nor Cyrus would set her back this time.

She extinguished the lantern and made for the door, soundless and quick, as all Harpies were. Even the latch did not click when she closed it from the other side, and it would deem Lyra an hour or so of extra sleep.
The lower deck here had a stronger chill than within the cabin, and she swept the dark coat around her wings as she'd practiced once the day before, fitting her wings through the corresponding gaps. There was a slight stirring of crewmates in hammocks toward the center of the ship, though any activity was still slow and dragging with sleep. Any members awake now were still early risers.

Ember swept a few messy strands of hair away from her face, flipping the braid over one shoulder as she faced the other officer's cabin. A long moment passed as she steeled herself, but she knew hesitance would be a waste of time. If Jintao was awake, he was to be ignored. She didn't have much time before the Quicksilver was bound for open sea.
The Quratermisstress raised a slender hand to the door and knocked gently on the thin wood.

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@Lacy Duckwing
(She's coming to talk to Bailey, but idk if either of them are awake or if her knocking would wake them up)
 
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Ember had come to recognize sleep as an evil thing. Especially the shallower sessions.
The sun had not risen yet, and neither had Lyra. The lone cabin lantern was turned down dim, and the only sounds aboard the ship so far were the droning of the waves and creaking of the strong, black boards.
Most Mythics were born with a strong sense of the sun and time, especially Harpies and Phoenixes. So even with no windows or sign of daylight in the lower deck cabins, Ember was awake well before dawn. The sky outside would still be dim, especially along the mist-shrouded coast in which rested the cove.
The gloss black and crimson-tipped feathers in her wings were already straightened and preened, save for a handful of somewhat bent or broken ones, which she had collected into a small pile on the desk chair. Ember pulled the thick strands of her braid tight, tying the thin strip of cloth around the end with quick practiced hands.
The night had brought little more than restlessness. Even Lyra had been long to sleep, and every second which Ember could feel the hum of life from her existence, her exhaustion continued to grow. It was well into the night when they both finally slipped into a shallow rest.
And little rest it had been. The day before had been riddled with far too many reminders- reminders of all the things she would forever be cursed by. None of that. She'd do better today. Not Coal, Jintao, nor Cyprus would set her back this time.
She extinguished the lantern and made for the door, soundless and quick, as all Harpies were. Even the latch did not click when she closed it from the other side, and it would deem Lyra an hour or so of extra sleep.
The lower deck here had a stronger chill than within the cabin, and she swept the dark coat around her wings as she'd practiced once the day before, fitting her wings through the corresponding gaps. There was a slight stirring of crewmates in hammocks toward the center of the ship, though any activity was still slow and dragging with sleep. Any members awake now were still early risers.
Ember swept a few messy strands of hair away from her face, flipping the braid over one shoulder as she faced the other officer's cabin. A long moment passed as she steeled herself, but she knew hesitance would be a waste of time. If Jintao was awake, he was to be ignored. She didn't have much time before the Quicksilver was bound for open sea.
The Quratermisstress raised a slender hand to the door and knocked gently on the thin wood.
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(Bailey will be awake, I’ll get writing.)
 
-Shade- said:
Ember had come to recognize sleep as an evil thing. Especially the shallower sessions.
The sun had not risen yet, and neither had Lyra. The lone cabin lantern was turned down dim, and the only sounds aboard the ship so far were the droning of the waves and creaking of the strong, black boards.
Most Mythics were born with a strong sense of the sun and time, especially Harpies and Phoenixes. So even with no windows or sign of daylight in the lower deck cabins, Ember was awake well before dawn. The sky outside would still be dim, especially along the mist-shrouded coast in which rested the cove.
The gloss black and crimson-tipped feathers in her wings were already straightened and preened, save for a handful of somewhat bent or broken ones, which she had collected into a small pile on the desk chair. Ember pulled the thick strands of her braid tight, tying the thin strip of cloth around the end with quick practiced hands.
The night had brought little more than restlessness. Even Lyra had been long to sleep, and every second which Ember could feel the hum of life from her existence, her exhaustion continued to grow. It was well into the night when they both finally slipped into a shallow rest.
And little rest it had been. The day before had been riddled with far too many reminders- reminders of all the things she would forever be cursed by. None of that. She'd do better today. Not Coal, Jintao, nor Cyprus would set her back this time.
She extinguished the lantern and made for the door, soundless and quick, as all Harpies were. Even the latch did not click when she closed it from the other side, and it would deem Lyra an hour or so of extra sleep.
The lower deck here had a stronger chill than within the cabin, and she swept the dark coat around her wings as she'd practiced once the day before, fitting her wings through the corresponding gaps. There was a slight stirring of crewmates in hammocks toward the center of the ship, though any activity was still slow and dragging with sleep. Any members awake now were still early risers.
Ember swept a few messy strands of hair away from her face, flipping the braid over one shoulder as she faced the other officer's cabin. A long moment passed as she steeled herself, but she knew hesitance would be a waste of time. If Jintao was awake, he was to be ignored. She didn't have much time before the Quicksilver was bound for open sea.
The Quratermisstress raised a slender hand to the door and knocked gently on the thin wood.
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By the light of a lone candle crouched the surgeon before a large wooden chest. Carefully clasped in his fingers were folds of heavy wool fabric, dyed a rich dark blue, only faded but a sliver. Neither had the embroidered filigree lost its luster in the candlelight, it remained a bold yellow.
Cyrus straightened at the sound of a knock, and upon quietly shutting the chest he started with silent steps to the door, candle in one hand. Taking his overcoat off its hook, he draped it over an arm before opening the door as softly as he could muster.
Breath clouded into the predawn darkness, the sharp smell of cold seaside air greeted him. He shut the door behind him with a soft click, turning candlelight to the visitor, “good morning to you, Miss Ember. What is it you need?”
 
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By the light of a lone candle crouched the surgeon before a large wooden chest. Carefully clasped in his fingers were folds of heavy wool fabric, dyed a rich dark blue, only faded but a sliver. Neither had the embroidered filigree lost its luster in the candlelight, it remained a bold yellow in the candlelight.
Cyrus straightened at the sound of a knock, and upon quietly shutting the chest he started with silent steps to the door, candle in one hand. Taking his overcoat off its hook, he draped it over an arm before opening the door as softly as he could muster.
Breath clouded into the predawn darkness, the sharp smell of cold seaside air greeted him. He shut the door behind him with a soft click, turning candlelight to the visitor, “good morning to you, Miss Ember. What is it you need?”
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"Apologies for disturbing you so early."
She twined the thin tip of the braid between her claws in a slow, thoughtful way, her gaze drifting to the flickering flame perched atop the candlewick.
"I figure we have just under an hour before the Captain would want us to set sail, and we'll both likely be busy soon. I wanted to take you up on last night's offer."
Heat rose against her skin as she carefully sorted the words. The taste of this sort of request, asking for help- it was so very bitter to her. And strange all the same.
"May I... share something confidential with you? You won't like it much."

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-Shade- said:
"Apologies for disturbing you so early."
She twined the thin tip of the braid between her claws in a slow, thoughtful way, her gaze drifting to the flickering flame perched atop the candlewick.
"I figure we have just under an hour before the Captain would want us to set sail, and we'll both likely be busy soon. I wanted to take you up on last night's offer."
Heat rose against her skin as she carefully sorted the words. The taste of this sort of request, asking for help- it was so very bitter to her. And strange all the same.
"May I... share something confidential with you? You won't like it much."

@RDchicken99
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Cyrus offered her a small smile, “I doubt there is anything you could say that would put me off. I’ve heard plenty in my time—pain and opium will loosen a man’s lips twice as much as any liquor.”
He shifted the heavy coat on his arm, watching the quartermistress.

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RDchicken99 said:
Cyrus offered her a small smile, “I doubt there is anything you could say that would put me off. I’ve heard plenty in my time—pain and opium will loosen a man’s lips twice as much as any liquor.”
He shifted the heavy coat on his arm, watching the quartermistress.

@-Shade-
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Don't be too sure.
She kept the bitter thought to herself. Cyrus's words were meant to assure her, but Jintao's reaction told otherwise of how he'd truly respond.
"I have never commanded on a ship before."
Curse that invasive nature of fear- it was infinitly small here, yet Ember beat it from her with a ferocity as she continued.
"My sailing experiences are limited, though I have operated on a small vessel once before. I've studied navigation and all the things that would be of necessity here, but the truth is, hands-on experience is more invaluable, and I'm keen to every fine detail."
She met his soft gaze with a solemn stare from sunset-red eyes, the candlelight glinting in the vivid irises.
"I need your advice. On everything. Anything you're willing to teach me."

@RDchicken99
 
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-Shade- said:
Don't be too sure.
She kept the bitter thought to herself. Cyprus's words were meant to assure her, but Jintao's reaction told otherwise of how he'd truly respond.
"I have never commanded on a ship before."
Curse that invasive nature of fear- it was infinity small here, yet Ember beat it from her with a ferocity as she continued.
"My sailing experiences are limited, though I have operated on a small vessel once before. I've studied navigation and all the things that would be of necessity here, but the truth is, hands-on experience is more invaluable, and I'm keen to every fine detail."
She met his soft gaze with a solemn stare from sunset-red eyes, the candlelight glinting in the vivid irises.
"I need your advice. On everything. Anything you're willing to teach me."

@RDchicken99
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(I will only say this once, he is an Englishman, not a coniferous tree that grows in subtropic climates.)

Oh, Vhanya.
Cyrus could not prevent an eyebrow from raising, but Ember’s expression was one of such sincere gravity that it quickly stilled him.
She was young— very young, at that— she could learn, and was clearly willing to do so.
His smile softened, “and I’ll give it, lass. I’ve no doubt you’re capable.”

(I’ll have to leave very soon.)
@-Shade-
 

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