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-Shade- said:
Ember recoiled as Cyrus stopped, her wings arching with tension.
She growled inwardly, but no words of retort came to her mind. Not that she dared express them now anyway.
She stood for a long moment at the base of the steps, staring up at Cyrus with a challenging gaze.
"What of the first mate?"
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A few sure steps brought him back to the base of the stairway, above Ember. Her tone would not do. It would only bring her harm.
Cyrus set an unsmiling eye onto the quartermistress, “yes, what of the first mate, Miss Ember? You most certainly are not expecting him to be exempt from my standards, of course?”
He drew a breath, carefully watching the girl’s face, “and I hardly chided you. This—“ his eyes flicked to her feathers, puffed defensively— “manner of yours is uncalled for. It won’t further you any. Especially amongst my crew. Is that clear?”

(I’m sorry the ability to write has left my body, this took ageeesssss)
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RDchicken99 said:
A few sure steps brought him back to the base of the stairway, above Ember. Her tone would not do. It would only bring her harm.
Cyrus set an unsmiling eye onto the quartermistress, “yes, what of the first mate, Miss Ember? You most certainly are not expecting him to be exempt from my standards, of course?”
He drew a breath, carefully watching the girl’s face, “and I hardly chided you. This—“ his eyes flicked to her feathers, puffed defensively— “manner of yours is uncalled for. It won’t further you any. Especially amongst my crew. Is that clear?”

(I’m sorry the ability to write has left my body, this took ageeesssss)
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"Crystal."
Her expression was hardened, but not with contempt. Instead, deep thought. Her wings shuddered as she turned words over in her head, assembling the next ones to come as best she could.
"You're saying that my... showing him respect... he will no longer scorn me for my inexperience?"
She avoided his gaze, afraid of her own intensity, and fixed her eyes on the open hatchway behind him. The Harpy exhaled a strained breath of frustration.
"You seem fond of this crew of yours. I suppose, if you believe they are truly good, they have already earned an ounce of my respect. But how am I to trust them, aside from your own words?"

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-Shade- said:
"Crystal."
Her expression was hardened, but not with contempt. Instead, deep thought. Her wings shuddered as she turned words over in her head, assembling the next ones to come as best she could.
"You're saying that my... showing him respect... he will no longer scorn me for my inexperience?"
She avoided his gaze, afraid of her own intensity, and fixed her eyes on the open hatchway behind him. The Harpy exhaled a strained breath of frustration.
"You seem fond of this crew of yours. I suppose, if you believe they are truly good, they have already earned an ounce of my respect. But how am I to trust them, aside from your own words?"

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RDchicken99 said:
(I’ll be able to get back to you later this afternoon.)
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-Shade- said:
"Crystal."
Her expression was hardened, but not with contempt. Instead, deep thought. Her wings shuddered as she turned words over in her head, assembling the next ones to come as best she could.
"You're saying that my... showing him respect... he will no longer scorn me for my inexperience?"
She avoided his gaze, afraid of her own intensity, and fixed her eyes on the open hatchway behind him. The Harpy exhaled a strained breath of frustration.
"You seem fond of this crew of yours. I suppose, if you believe they are truly good, they have already earned an ounce of my respect. But how am I to trust them, aside from your own words?"
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Cyrus drew a slow breath, eyes flicking away from the harpy. Her words were a reminder of the status of this ship, of his own self. He was aboard a pirate vessel, where an honest man’s word was worth a scant helping more than nothing.
A reminder that he was more surgeon than captain.
And more seaman than pirate.
His hands had logged the happenings on many a ship. They’d been stained by ink from wells sat on different desks, in different cabins.
The ‘Silver and back again, the Meredith, the Duchess Cormorant.
His thoughts took to the Royal Sovereign, but he closed off the shutters to those memories before he found himself further reminiscing— and homesick for a ship he wouldn’t be returning to.
But—though her absence would still pain him—he could certainly keep a ship in the shadow of her perfect order.
“Aye, lass. Though I cannot guarantee you free from how he chooses to perceive you,” the surgeon met Ember’s eye, ever sure and firm with his speech, “but know if you pay him the respect he deserves as your fellow officer, you can hold a place in the right with far greater ease— no matter any misconduct between you.”
Briskly, Cyrus turned on his heel to start up the steps, gesturing for Ember to follow, “if my word is not enough to appease you, the crew themselves will prove their worth in due time.”

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RDchicken99 said:
Cyrus drew a slow breath, eyes flicking away from the harpy. Her words were a reminder of the status of this ship, of his own self. He was aboard a pirate vessel, where an honest man’s word was worth a scant helping more than nothing.
A reminder that he was more surgeon than captain.
And more seaman than pirate.
His hands had logged the happenings on many a ship. They’d been stained by ink from wells sat on different desks, in different cabins.
The ‘Silver and back again, the Meredith, the Duchess Cormorant.
His thoughts took to the Royal Sovereign, but he closed off the shutters to those memories before he found himself further reminiscing— and homesick for a ship he wouldn’t be returning to.
But—though her absence would still pain him—he could certainly keep a ship in the shadow of her perfect order.
“Aye, lass. Though I cannot guarantee you free from how he chooses to perceive you,” the surgeon met Ember’s eye, ever sure and firm with his speech, “but know if you pay him the respect he deserves as your fellow officer, you can hold a place in the right with far greater ease— no matter any misconduct between you.”
Briskly, Cyrus turned on his heel to start up the steps, gesturing for Ember to follow, “if my word is not enough to appease you, the crew themselves will prove their worth in due time.”

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His words provoked thoughts that Ember would seldom have allowed on her own, drawing a slight parting of her lips as she listened, fighting letting the realization form her expression.
Deserves? He doesn't seem deserving of much.
She was shocked by her own restraint. It was not a skill she practiced often- there was never a need. Confrontation and interaction to her were reserved to conflict and short business, and there was little she had to say that she would normally hesitate at. When all things were blunt and open, underhanded messages grew scarce, and one might always know where she stood. Maybe, though she'd never consciously consider it, it was so she always knew where she stood.
Cyrus hindered all these habits questionable, and she wasn't sure how. Perhaps it was that pesky familiarity of his.
Nevertheless, in a way, she knew he was right. But what he suggested would require her to pretend, because no amount of assurance or persuasion would create a sense of mutual respect within her- it just wasn't her nature. The nature she'd forged into this calloused shell of a heart.
Ember pursed her lips, beating back the angry thoughts as she followed Cyrus up the steps to the main deck.
"The Captain, she seemed disturbed last night about happenings aboard the 'Silver going without her notice. To what extent, great or small, does she require to be reported?"

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-Shade- said:
His words provoked thoughts that Ember would seldom have allowed on her own, drawing a slight parting of her lips as she listened, fighting letting the realization form her expression.
Deserves? He doesn't seem deserving of much.
She was shocked by her own restraint. It was not a skill she practiced often- there was never a need. Confrontation and interaction to her were reserved to conflict and short business, and there was little she had to say that she would normally hesitate at. When all things were blunt and open, underhanded messages grew scarce, and one might always know where she stood. Maybe, though she'd never consciously consider it, it was so she always knew where she stood.
Cyrus hindered all these habits questionable, and she wasn't sure how. Perhaps it was that pesky familiarity of his.
Nevertheless, in a way, she knew he was right. But what he suggested would require her to pretend, because no amount of assurance or persuasion would create a sense of mutual respect within her- it just wasn't her nature. The nature she'd forged into this calloused shell of a heart.
Ember pursed her lips, beating back the angry thoughts as she followed Cyrus up the steps to the main deck.
"The Captain, she seemed disturbed last night about happenings aboard the 'Silver going without her notice. To what extent, great or small, does she require to be reported?"

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(I have to leave, I’ll try and respond later if I can! 👋Heads up, I’m going to be very busy tomorrow and Saturday, and will probably be unable to write. 😕)
 

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