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Post by moralhazard on May 23, 2019 21:33:24 GMT
Miri grinned. “I like Waterdeep very well,” she admitted, turning to look at the city. There was a distant puff of what looked like flames arching up from somewhere in the dock ward, quickly quenched.
“If you find yourself bored in Waterdeep,” Miri shook her head slowly from side to side, still walking in an easy stride around the deck with Citrine, “you’ll be bored anywhere.”
“Though,” Miri said, with a sidelong glance at Citrine, “shipboard life has its charms, for sure, and it’s always pleasant to wander.” Her daily routine on the Rose had been pleasant enough; a sailor’s life was a bit more strenuous than Miri really wanted, but she had no doubt she could handle it. And there was nothing quite like the pleasure of lying in a hammock, baking in the sun.
“I’ll miss the hammocks,” Miri let out a deep sigh. “Nothing like it for soaking up the sun,” she grinned, “all over. But - well - it’s nice to really get to know a city, learn her tricks, find those secret places buried deep.” There was a slightly wicked edge to Miri’s voice again.
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Post by Citrine on May 26, 2019 19:43:32 GMT
T he phoenix couldn't help but notice the skill and style in which Miri had evaded her question. Alright, keep your secrets. "Aye find meself bored all teh time lass." She joked , "Sae usually Aye've gae nothin but meself tae keep meself entertained. An' then tha' gets borin' tae - sae ye can imagine teh stress Aye'm under...." She walked with her hands behind her back still, nestled above the swell of her tailfeathers but below that of her pistols. "Teh sun es quite grand." She agreed, giving her a side eye and smiling at Miri's tone. "Teh heat, teh comfort, teh power o' et - teh way et shines an' reflects like ye've never seen before." Citrine had little doubt her own feathered display of firelight would be burned into Miri's memory. She had that effect. "Hammocks truly are ah right fine way tae enjoy bein' wrapped up. Why, Aye meself find teh traditional bed difficult tae really get me barin's en." She shrugged her wings. "They get ah bit en teh way ef ye're nae talented enough tae work with 'em.""Teh only way tae learn about ah city though es takin' teh time tae really explore, like ye say. Nae much can be done en say.... An hour o' sae." She whistled rather innocently at the end of that, a quick tune that might have been from a shanty sung aboard the Rose. "But sometimes ye just need tae work within teh time given ye, aye? Otherwise ye're at ah loss as tae where tae go next." She gently returned to the question of what Miri hoped to do next, but subtly, her own attempt at manipulating the conversation to find out the answer to her question. "An' et's ah right shame, nae knownin' ye're headin' after-ull. Just wanderin' lost, nae baring, nae direction."
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Post by moralhazard on May 26, 2019 21:46:38 GMT
Miri’s eyes went promptly to Citrine’s wings at her description of the sun, a moment before her brain caught and realized that was precisely what Citrine had intended. She grinned, unabashed at being caught (again) in the phoenix’s trap, and didn’t bother to play off the motion or pretend her eyes had gone elsewhere; instead, she admired the feathers as openly as before.
The image of Citrine’s wings getting in the way was – evocative, to say the least. Miri grinned a little more broadly. “Harder to handle in a bed than in a hammock,” she murmured, taking a half-step to the side and looking Citrine up and down. After a moment Miri shook her head, a mock-sad look on her face, although too playful to be anywhere near believable. “It’s very hard to imagine – perhaps if I had a visual comparison…” she let her voice trail off in a sort of longing sigh.
Miri chuckled at Citrine’s casual reference to an hour not being much time. “Oh, you can wander without being lost,” Miri said, casually. “Maybe there’s something you want to reach – some place, some moment, some… feeling,” her gaze was anything but casual, “but it’s the getting there that’s the joy of it, don’t you think? I’d rather discover the bearings for myself than be handed a map,” her fingers twitched, but she restrained herself from the urge to touch Citrine; that hardly seemed fitting with the rules of their game.
“It does take time though,” Miri said, with a sad little sigh. “But, well – hard to imagine what could be done about that.”
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Post by Citrine on May 26, 2019 22:10:10 GMT
"A ye, like ah freefall with nothin' but teh winds tae catch ye." Citrine peaked over towards Miri and swayed her tail feathers slightly in the breeze. "Ye ever jump without lookin' Blackstone?" A brief revisit to the last name, just to keep her on her toes. The countdown till sunrise was never as slow as it seemed tonight. A sing-song tone took up Citrine's voice then, her toes tapping a beat, letting the metal hooks on her jesse straps knock in a sort of drum beat here on the wooden deck. "Could ye ever fly without teh fear o' falling? Does teh night bird cease, just b'cause et's dawn? Could ah candle burn with any less resilience?" A contemplative grin was on still her face as she solo sung a bit of one of her favorite songs. Questions seemed the currency of tonight. "Can ah pirate be as such without ah map an' treasure tae hunt down?" She cooed the question. The Captain of the Rose had no such restrain in touching her companion, at least not with her mage hand. It wasn't really, really her touching the other. Loophole. Pirate. The orange digit materialized and ran down Miri's spine, the glow illuminating briefly in the phoenix's feathers and reflecting the same in the burnt orange of the thief's shirt. Their conversation was everything yet nothing, quick remarks and pointless questions wrapped up in the race of who was going to cave first and lose a point to the other. A dangerous game, indeed, thought Citrine. Miri had a point, coaxing the firebird to steal a kiss. Citrine had a point, even two she might challenge, for stealing any memory Miri had about smoke and fire to be anything but the firebird into the future. She liked games. Dangerous ones like this especially. She only hoped Miri did too. The hand vanished as soon as it reached to the dip of the lower back, right where -if she timed it right- the human would have wished it had trailed down just a little lower and been a little more inappropriate.
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Post by moralhazard on May 26, 2019 22:19:43 GMT
“All the time,” Miri murmured. Blackstone. She didn’t mind it – not really. There was a pleasant sort of poetry between them, Blackstone and Redbriar. All the same, she thought she’d like to hear Miri on the pirate’s tongue, curled comfortably in that strange accent of hers. She could think of plenty of ways she’d like Citrine to say her name.
Citrine was singing, then, and Miri grinned; she couldn’t quite have been said to be dancing, but her body shifted and flowed in time to the beat, natural and easy. She arched her head back, just a little, at the smooth trace of the mage hand down her back, the orange magic glowing against her skin, warm and pleasant.
“Should we never love for the fear that it may fade?” Miri knew the song, and chimed in with a lyric of her own. She had a surprisingly lovely singing voice, warm and velvety smooth. Her voice trailed off in a faint shiver as the mage hand disappeared; she didn’t bother to hide it, or fight any of her body’s natural reaction to Citrine. Instead of being ashamed, she made the most of it, shoulders squaring and pulling back.
“Is a map and a longing for treasure all you need to be a pirate?” Miri asked, casually. “I always thought it meant a certain… ruthlessness,” Miri grinned, “and a certain willingness to take what you want.”
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Post by Citrine on May 26, 2019 22:45:18 GMT
C itrine kreed a joyous little sound when Miri finished the light toned song. Her exuberance came across as the smell of a warm ocean breeze. If she knew the song? She'd know the other lyrics. 'Round and round' indeed. Sandara had picked up and sheltered a grand one out there on the seas.Her grin had a bit more of a vulpine predator feel this time around."Course nae! But et does 'elp, Aye'll give et tha'." She laughed a trilling sound that called out to her heritage. "Bit borin' ef ye've nothin' tae be chasin' after. Aye love teh chase after-ull. Et's exhilleratin'." They had managed to make one full lap around the main deck of the Rose and had begun their second. "Ruthlessness es there tae, aye. Aye'm ah right inferno when Aye choose tae be. Ye dan't think me ship's war cry came from Sandara knae, did ye?" She, for a second time tonight, drew her sword from the sheath in a fluid motion.Instead of pinching the skin at the neck however she held it out so Miri could look at the flat of the blade in front of her. In the moonlight amongst the engraved briar roses and thorns, was the script that read 'Thorne' down the center spine close to the tang. "Her wrath is known throughout the black, The gardens of death she is tending. Vengeance is her only ward, Beware the Blood Red Roses's Thorne." "Aye always take what Aye claim es mine." She whispered into the night. "Sometimes though, et's moar fun tae watch what ye want run from ye, tae play another day. Other times? Aye summon teh ragin' fires en me blood tae get me way. Aye'e been told et's what makes me charmin'." The pirate smirked then to punctuate her statement. "An' ah right pain en teh arse."
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Post by moralhazard on May 26, 2019 23:40:11 GMT
Miri leaned in to study the sword. If a mage hand stroking down her back was fair game, Miri felt, then so was touching the sword, providing Citrine didn't put up any objections. Unless something happened to tell her to stop, Miri’s callused fingertips would slowly trace the letters, with a careful and delicate touch. She felt the ridges beneath her fingers, her gaze fixed on the sword at first, then slowly pulling up to the phoenix as Miri explored, a soft smile on her face. She slid her hand back after just a few moments, careful not to cut herself against the blade.
Miri grinned. “There’s quite a lot to be said for the chase,” she pointed out. “Sometimes a slow building of tension is almost as much fun as its release. Flame needs a spark to get started, after all, and sometimes a bit of coaxing to catch.”
“Then,” Miri said, casually, glancing off to the side away from the phoenix “well - it all depends, doesn’t it? Do you like to burn hot and fast, all consuming - or do you like a slow spreading flame, taking its time in the devouring?” She looked sidelong back at Citrine, raising an eyebrow with a grin.
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