niightflyer
The Captain of the Nightflyer was just moseying through the camp, light eyes darting around for something that showed any interest in her at all. She had seen no familiar faces and nothing that could provide her with some kind of entertainment, which she needed. Stranded on land for this long was starting to tug the strings that held her sanity, soon enough she’d begin to fighting people just for fun - until her name echoed over the chaos of the camp.
Her head turned, looking over her shoulder. Eyes scanned the ground for someone who would know it but found only a face in the trees, and the sight of red flying in her direction. A grin slid across devious lips, hand raising to catch the apple, the palm of her hand stinging from the impact that the treat had from the throw. Bouncing it in her hand, she let out a little laugh, turning to begin heading back towards the familiar face, hidden amongst the trees.
“Why, Ragna, I never realized you were Captain of Climbing too.” She mused, tossing the apple up and down before she grinned, raising it to her mouth where she sunk her teeth into the juicy delight, relishing in the feeling of the sweetness that tainted her tongue afterward. “What on earth are ya doin up there anyway? Actin like your ships docked and ya’s just lookin down on everyone?”
“there’s a lotta things that a lotta people don’t know about me.” the bastard retorts with an easy grin. she had always found great comforts in the highest points. safe in the knowledge that she was beyond reach of others, able to look down on the people below her with no attachment. “do ya know… think i might see if ol’ captain vic might get me a ship with a wheel up high. ya know, let me steer from the crows nest. what ya think? reckon it’s been done before in the great grand histories of westeros?”
with the young captain one could never quite tell when she putting forward a serious idea or not. it was always best to assume she meant it, for there was very little that ragna pyke would not to do for no reason but fun. she laughs then, legs kicking carelessly in the air as if she were nothing but an innocent child, not the ruthless killer she’d grown into.
“can see everythin’ from up here, ri, might be you should try it, there’s plenty fun to be had outside of guttin’ mainlanders.” this much ragna knew, had to know. unable to quench her thirst for the things she knew and loved ( sailing, fighting, stealing ) meant she needed to find less disruptive ways to keep busy. “if you can make it up here maybe you can join me. maybe.”











