Post by moralhazard on May 10, 2019 21:22:11 GMT
Miri accepted the flask with a cheerful grin, brightening up considerably at the thought of a bit of booze. “Thanks,” she tilted her head back, taking a healthy draught. Even the taste of blood didn’t spoil the effect, or the pleasant feeling of warmth as the alcohol rushed through her veins. She started to hand the flask back to Kroop, then paused, thinking. Hadn’t she lost quite a bit of blood? Wasn’t a bit of liquid supposed to be good for blood loss?
Miri cheerfully took a second, slightly larger swig. Now the pleasant warmth in her chest spread to her head. Somewhat reluctantly, she passed the flask back to Kroop, leaving bloody fingerprints behind.
Miri watched the Bear’s Throat sink behind them without even the slightest flicker of remorse in her grin. She hoped Scourge and Plugg both were sinking with the ship; she hoped, that if Sandara hadn’t already finished Harrigan off, that he was too. The mental image of his body sinking to the ocean floor was a pleasant one.
Miri raised an eyebrow at Sandara. All right, she’d had an inkling during the fight but – Sandara as captain? After a moment, Miri shrugged. A ride to Waterdeep sounded well enough, and she could think of quite a few worse captains. It wouldn’t be a short journey, not by her reckoning, but Miri was sure she’d manage to find a few ways to pass the time.
Bloody fingers undid the feather from her hair. Miri left it with the rest, and made her way to the railing, walking a bit unsteadily, and doing her best to find a private place out of the light. Healing would come; she knew she needed it. But the wounds from Scourge’s whip weren’t getting worse, and she thought even the stab wound in her torso had stopped bleeding.
Instead, Miri leaned against the railing, gazing off at the dark and distant horizon. She thought – maybe – she could see dawn creeping over the edge. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of waves breaking against the hull of the Blood Red Rose, and did her best to let a newfound feeling of freedom sink back in. Freedom! Miri promised herself she’d never take it for granted again.
Miri cheerfully took a second, slightly larger swig. Now the pleasant warmth in her chest spread to her head. Somewhat reluctantly, she passed the flask back to Kroop, leaving bloody fingerprints behind.
Miri watched the Bear’s Throat sink behind them without even the slightest flicker of remorse in her grin. She hoped Scourge and Plugg both were sinking with the ship; she hoped, that if Sandara hadn’t already finished Harrigan off, that he was too. The mental image of his body sinking to the ocean floor was a pleasant one.
Miri raised an eyebrow at Sandara. All right, she’d had an inkling during the fight but – Sandara as captain? After a moment, Miri shrugged. A ride to Waterdeep sounded well enough, and she could think of quite a few worse captains. It wouldn’t be a short journey, not by her reckoning, but Miri was sure she’d manage to find a few ways to pass the time.
Bloody fingers undid the feather from her hair. Miri left it with the rest, and made her way to the railing, walking a bit unsteadily, and doing her best to find a private place out of the light. Healing would come; she knew she needed it. But the wounds from Scourge’s whip weren’t getting worse, and she thought even the stab wound in her torso had stopped bleeding.
Instead, Miri leaned against the railing, gazing off at the dark and distant horizon. She thought – maybe – she could see dawn creeping over the edge. She closed her eyes, listening to the sound of waves breaking against the hull of the Blood Red Rose, and did her best to let a newfound feeling of freedom sink back in. Freedom! Miri promised herself she’d never take it for granted again.
