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The fresh tang of the sea at morn greeted Cyrus as he stepped out onto the weather deck, bringing with it the taste of salt and the stirred-up scent of deck board polish.
In dim, cool light was the bustle of men climbing up ratlines, and towing various crates, ropes and other necessities. Perfumed by tobacco—as usual—passed the boatswain, his mate and the carpenter in his wake. All three surveyed the ‘Silver and her rigging with quick eyes and practiced hands.
Passing by, Cyrus caught the eyes of the men with a nod and received salutes in return.
Though he did not turn back to her nor break his stride, he addressed the quartermistress, “that was the bos’n, his mate, and carpenter. You’ll be well acquainted soon enough—capable fellows, that lot.”
Cyrus slowed, pulling his overcoat closer against a particularly crisp wind, “if it were possible, the captain would have every step and syllable uttered aboard this ship in her knowledge. That being entirely impossible, I try and aim for the closest proximity to those standards as I can.”
He reached into a pocket, withdrawing a small, leather-bound book, “keeping a thorough log has aided me throughout my lifetime. I’d advise you take up the practice as best as you’re able.”

@-Shade-
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"Duly noted."
She absent-mindedly slid a hand into the large pocket of the borrowed overcoat, feeling the worn leather bound journal within, and its weight suddenly reawakened itself to her attention.
Silence followed her short words, and she gazed sideways out over the sea as she thought, eyes darkening.
"Cyrus... do you think. The Captain would see fit the way I tried to handle the situation last night?"
She refused to look at him, mentally biting at her own self-doubt.

(Omgosh, a Mythics notification.
School semester ended and this one is going much better, so I'm gonna get back into the swwwiiiinnng)
@RDchicken99
 
-Shade- said:
"Duly noted."
She absent-mindedly slid a hand into the large pocket of the borrowed overcoat, feeling the worn leather bound journal within, and its weight suddenly reawakened itself to her attention.
Silence followed her short words, and she gazed sideways out over the sea as she thought, eyes darkening.
"Cyrus... do you think. The Captain would see fit the way I tried to handle the situation last night?"
She refused to look at him, mentally biting at her own self-doubt.

(Omgosh, a Mythics notification.
School semester ended and this one is going much better, so I'm gonna get back into the swwwiiiinnng)
@RDchicken99
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(Finally!! The scene continues! :wee)
 
I barely proof-read this
The glass radiated a seeping chill, spilling the winter behind it with the silver light. The snowflakes fell slow, kicked back into the air by the occasional gust of wind, dusty powder that danced on the air. They bounced over the stiff skeletons of the trellis rose vines, too dry, too small to cling to the branches, before descending to the ground. Scarcely they perched on the worn boards of the fence.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Ember's wings twitched slightly, and she tore her eyes away from the window pane, snapped from the descending thoughts.

"You can't even see it."
Her words were quiet, almost discouraged.

Heron gripped the fabric cover of the window seat, fragile claws feeling over the edge before he pulled himself up with surprising grace. Ember shifted awkwardly toward the sill, pulling her legs closer.
The Professor's study was the most furnished room in the house, and even beneath its black resin wood and deep red cushions, age and wear coated it like a layer of thick dust. Perhaps, long ago, in the place where the elder man came from, it would all have been new and brilliant, glowing of his success and wealth.

"Maybe not."
Heron's wings brushed hers, though she kept her own folded as close as possible.
"But when I feel it, it feels beautiful. Soft but sharp and light. Like down feathers made out of ice. And it smells... pure."
He settled beside her, the glare of the snow lighting like a mirror in his sightless eyes.

"It must be amazing to fly in it."

You can't fly either.
Her expression hardened, glaring out into the white curtains spirling into the sleeping garden, but she held the thought to herself.
Heron went on.

"One day we'll do it all- fly in the snow, or over the ocean. Go see Birds' Point, and we'll finally get to be a part of our people again. Maybe even find our families."

Ember suppressed a flinch.

"When we start our own lives out there, we'll get to see everything the Professor has taught us about, and learn all there is to know firsthand."
Excitement glowed in his eyes, and she felt his wings tremble, blue-grey feathers ruffling hers.
"Won't it be wonderful, Ember?"

The Harpy slowly wrapped her arms around her legs, wings pulling in tighter still. The silence stretched, dissolving into the endless spiral of stardust across the ground.
"Heron... I don't know if it will be right for me."
She pulled her legs in tighter.
"I'm not like you. I'm not a Harpy. I'm not a Phoenix either."

Crow-black and crimson strands of hair tumbled across her arms as Ember buried her head into them, pressing her eyes shut. She tensed against the tremble in her muscles, fighting back the tightness in her throat.

"What if I can't find where I belong?"

Heron shifted, gentle hands running across her shoulders before he found the position to wrap his wings in, pulling her closer. She let out a strained breath, her tension weakening with it.
They stayed that way for a long moment, the sound of his heartbeat steady against the shuddering of her breath.

"I believe in you."

His fingers brushed across her forehead, pulling back the curtain of hair. Ember lifted her head slightly, eyes blinking open in surprise. Heron rested a hand beneath her jawbone, shifting again, this time to come in front of her, finding her other cheek as well. With a gentle pull, he lifted her head from her arms.

"You have so much more courage than you know."

She straightened slightly, letting her legs rest against the window seat again, burningly aware of the touch of his skin. She dared her heart to stop pounding.

"And with your power, you can do anything."

He wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her in suddenly, and her breath came sharply, eyes widening. Time slowed, the snow beyond the arch of his wings playing through the window, and she stared out at it, fearing for the fragility of the moment. Her muscles burned from the awkward angle of the embrace, and she fought to remain still.

"And if you ever have trouble, you can always count on me to help you. I'll always be with you."

"I promise."

Tears slipped from the corners of her crimson eyes, streaming with a steaming hiss, hot from the fire within. Her chest burned. She pressed her eyes shut again, burying her head into his shoulder.

The dancing of the snow filled the motionless silence, constant, eternal into the empty sky.
 
-Shade- said:
"Duly noted."
She absent-mindedly slid a hand into the large pocket of the borrowed overcoat, feeling the worn leather bound journal within, and its weight suddenly reawakened itself to her attention.
Silence followed her short words, and she gazed sideways out over the sea as she thought, eyes darkening.
"Cyrus... do you think. The Captain would see fit the way I tried to handle the situation last night?"
She refused to look at him, mentally biting at her own self-doubt.

(Omgosh, a Mythics notification.
School semester ended and this one is going much better, so I'm gonna get back into the swwwiiiinnng)
@RDchicken99
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“waiwaiwait…Shade?? ROLEPLAYING?!”
~me
 
-Shade- said:
I barely proof-read this
The glass radiated a seeping chill, spilling the winter behind it with the silver light. The snowflakes fell slow, kicked back into the air by the occasional gust of wind, dusty powder that danced on the air. They bounced over the stiff skeletons of the trellis rose vines, too dry, too small to cling to the branches, before descending to the ground. Scarcely they perched on the worn boards of the fence.

"Isn't it beautiful?"

Ember's wings twitched slightly, and she tore her eyes away from the window pane, snapped from the descending thoughts.

"You can't even see it."
Her words were quiet, almost discouraged.

Heron gripped the fabric cover of the window seat, fragile claws feeling over the edge before he pulled himself up with surprising grace. Ember shifted awkwardly toward the sill, pulling her legs closer.
The Professor's study was the most furnished room in the house, and even beneath its black resin wood and deep red cushions, age and wear coated it like a layer of thick dust. Perhaps, long ago, in the place where the elder man came from, it would all have been new and brilliant, glowing of his success and wealth.

"Maybe not."
Heron's wings brushed hers, though she kept her own folded as close as possible.
"But when I feel it, it feels beautiful. Soft but sharp and light. Like down feathers made out of ice. And it smells... pure."
He settled beside her, the glare of the snow lighting like a mirror in his sightless eyes.

"It must be amazing to fly in it."

You can't fly either.
Her expression hardened, glaring out into the white curtains spirling into the sleeping garden, but she held the thought to herself.
Heron went on.

"One day we'll do it all- fly in the snow, or over the ocean. Go see Birds' Point, and we'll finally get to be a part of our people again. Maybe even find our families."

Ember suppressed a flinch.

"When we start our own lives out there, we'll get to see everything the Professor has taught us about, and learn all there is to know firsthand."
Excitement glowed in his eyes, and she felt his wings tremble, blue-grey feathers ruffling hers.
"Won't it be wonderful, Ember?"

The Harpy slowly wrapped her arms around her legs, wings pulling in tighter still. The silence stretched, dissolving into the endless spiral of stardust across the ground.
"Heron... I don't know if it will be right for me."
She pulled her legs in tighter.
"I'm not like you. I'm not a Harpy. I'm not a Phoenix either."

Crow-black and crimson strands of hair tumbled across her arms as Ember buried her head into them, pressing her eyes shut. She tensed against the tremble in her muscles, fighting back the tightness in her throat.

"What if I can't find where I belong?"

Heron shifted, gentle hands running across her shoulders before he found the position to wrap his wings in, pulling her closer. She let out a strained breath, her tension weakening with it.
They stayed that way for a long moment, the sound of his heartbeat steady against the shuddering of her breath.

"I believe in you."

His fingers brushed across her forehead, pulling back the curtain of hair. Ember lifted her head slightly, eyes blinking open in surprise. Heron rested a hand beneath her jawbone, shifting again, this time to come in front of her, finding her other cheek as well. With a gentle pull, he lifted her head from her arms.

"You have so much more courage than you know."

She straightened slightly, letting her legs rest against the window seat again, burningly aware of the touch of his skin. She dared her heart to stop pounding.

"And with your power, you can do anything."

He wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her in suddenly, and her breath came sharply, eyes widening. Time slowed, the snow beyond the arch of his wings playing through the window, and she stared out at it, fearing for the fragility of the moment. Her muscles burned from the awkward angle of the embrace, and she fought to remain still.

"And if you ever have trouble, you can always count on me to help you. I'll always be with you."

"I promise."

Tears slipped from the corners of her crimson eyes, streaming with a steaming hiss, hot from the fire within. Her chest burned. She pressed her eyes shut again, burying her head into his shoulder.

The dancing of the snow filled the motionless silence, constant, eternal into the empty sky.
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