#camsyn zeddicus

[syraniscorthir]

She hadn't stopped pacing for what felt like eons. Camsyn was getting a sore neck just from watching her walk back and forth across the floors of her cabin, careful enough to avoid the small boxes that lined certain areas. After some time, he shook his head.

"It can't be that bad, can it, Lady Cor'thir?" He questioned.

"Can't be that bad? Camsyn, I kissed him!"

"All right," he said, watching her still. she had stopped only long enough to speak to him, but the proclamation seemed to cause her to pick up the pace. He was starting to fear that she might wear a hole into the floor. "So you kissed him. So what? You were drunk. Things like that happen when people are drunk. It's only natural."

"It doesn't happen to me." She shot back, glaring at him. "I'm a good girl. I don't do things like that. Light, I'm never drinking again..."

"I assure you, Lady Cor'thir, women have done worse things to my brother in an entirely sober state. A mere kiss isn't going to turn his whole world upside down."

"It wasn't just a- Light. Nevermind." Syranis dragged her hands over her face.

"It wasn't what? It wasn't just a simple kiss?"

"No, that's... Yes. That's exactly what it was. But it shouldn't have happened."

"But it did. So what? It's over with now, and you two can go back to being the chummy, smug little duo we've all come to know and gag over tonight at the tavern."

Syranis paled, as if she could pale any more. "I forgot about tonight."

"Don't tell me you're planning on backing out now." He sighed, stretching back to prop himself up on his hands.

"No, no. I'm not going to back out. I'm not going to back out because I was...it didn't mean anything. It doesn't matter."

"Funny. You just started to say it wasn't a mere kiss." Camsyn smirked, and Syranis shot him a look. The captain could do little more than offer her a small shrug.

"If I can give you any advice, Syranis, it's not to grow too attached. Whether I agree with the stupidity of it or not, he's still enwrapped in his ghost. I doubt he'll ever let her go. You'd just be setting yourself up for heartache."

"I'm not attached," she snapped, frowning at him. "I was drunk, I was hurting, and he was a...fairly decent-looking, available man. That's it. Everyone has needs."

"Mm, of course. But I thought you didn't do things like that. You're a good girl."

Syranis' cheeks flushed and she spun away from him. "Leave, Camsyn. I've to get ready for the day and I'll surely not do it with you around."

"But of course, Lady Cor'thir." He smirked and rose from her bed.

“If I might offer you a bit of advice, try to loosen up, lamb. You’re not representing a house anymore. You’re aboard a pirate ship. No one here is going to judge you for doing what your...instincts tell you to.” He remarked, heading for the door. The last image he saw before exiting her cabin was Syranis slumped on her desk with her head in her hands. She would. She would judge.

Light, what had she done?

(( cerothyn camsyn ))

[housesilverfeather]

Strolling into the inn as if she owned the place was a new feeling for Ziese, but it was hard not to be smug after the evening she’d had.  Over one hundred gold coins.  Not copper.  Gold.  She hadn’t even seen that large of an amount of the substance in her life time.  After the pains and near incarceration experiences in Booty Bay attempting to scrape together enough coin to purchase the trip to Silvermoon, it was already paying off in spades.

Elven heads turned briefly at the new arrival accompanied by the massive white wolf.  Their expressions betrayed their emotions, some interest while others disgust.  It mattered little to her.  She had coin to pay for a proper bath for a change, and good hot meal in her belly.  Her eyes skittered to one shady individual in a darkened corner.  Maybe even a little more.

Slinking forward, keeping a hand low to keep Lupa calm, the dock rat signaled the innkeep for his attention.  One look at her had his nose wrinkling, a sneer on his lips and the words out of his mouth before she could say a word.  “We don’t do charities and I don’t have any work.  Get lost.”

With a roll of her eyes, Ziese removed Aela’s stolen coin purse from her belt and shoved it at the innkeep’s chest.  The long con had worked, distracting the woman with her antics of trying to get her prepared for Camsyn so she didn’t remember the coin purse at all.  “Bath.  Stew.  I won’t be staying.  This should cover it.  Call me when the bath is ready.  I’ll be over there eating.”  She gestured to the same dark corner she’d seen the shady fellow in.

The elf’s eyes went from narrowed to bulging a little, as he opened the purse and peered inside.  A swift bow of his head and a mumbled apology had him scurrying to get the food she’d requested.  “Two bowls!”  She called over her shoulder.

Sliding into a chair near the corner, the wolf sat at her side on the floor, the large head coming up above the table, muzzle resting on it.  She scratched behind the canine’s ears lightly, smiling faintly and covertly watching the man across from her.  Even as the stew was delivered, she ate and watched, Lupa making soft slurping sounds at her own dinner.

Twice during her meal, someone approached the table, a small deal was made, and the newcomer left with a small smile upon their face.  Her glazed eyes were keener than they looked, watching coin change hands and small packages hide under cloaks.  Exactly what she was looking for, the coin burning a hole in her pocket.

With her food finished, she slid from the chair and moved into the one across from the shady dealer, peering up under his cloaked hood.  She watched a brow arch, and a small smirk cross the man’s scarred features.  “What’s your pleasure little one?”

She dropped the two heavy bags of coins from Nikki on the table with a thump and a chink of coin against coin.  Tongue between her teeth for a moment, she decided swiftly.  “Serpent’s Bloom.  As much as that will buy me.”  She deserved a treat after how much trouble it had been just to get here and now offering herself up to rush head long into a rescue operation for a pig of a man who called himself Captain.

The dealer reached into his cloak and slid a small package across the table to the waif, which she scooped up just in time for the innkeep to announce her bath was ready.  She tucked it away into a pouch on her hip and followed him to finally be actually clean for the first time in weeks.

After luxuriating for over an hour in the steaming water, the Serpent’s Bloom calling her name the entire time, the now clean dock rat practically skipped to the docks to find Camsyn’s ship.  There, she scurried aboard and stowed herself below decks in the cargo hold, appropriating a few fine furs for a bed hidden behind some strapped down crates.  

Stripped out of the uncomfortable and biting armor, she pulled free the matches and the small packet of pre-rolled Serpent’s Bloom from the pouch that had been on her belt.  The first inhale had her coughing, and the wolf behind her head as a pillow growling lightly.  She managed to regain her breath, eased her throat from the scratchy irritation and took another hit.  She felt the difference immediately, her mind and limbs going loose.  A giggle broke from her lips.  

“The perfect end to a perfect day.”

[syraniscorthir]

So it is done. I am no longer Syranis Elenae Bloodsinger, a lady of House D’athion, but Syranis Elenae Cor’thir once again, heiress to my own House. One would think that I would be thrilled to be able to reclaim my purpose and my right, but what joy is there in staking claim in a pile of rubble? My parents are gone and I am certain my aunts have reveled in my absence. My being gone paved a way of glory for their own children. After all, I am the only one that took away from our House’s name rather than adding to it. Do I expect to be welcomed back with open arms? No. I don’t expect to be welcomed back at all. They did not want me there in the first place.

When I voiced such fears to Baelios, he offered a different path for me to take. He told me to seek out Lialiene and see if she had any work for me.I did not even know that he was still in contact with her, let alone that she would be doing anything that merited being called work, but I stand corrected. She apparently has her fingers dipped in a lot of pools right now, most involving trade of different sorts. I did not bother inquiring to the nature of said trade, though I did contact her. Apparently my services are needed as a mender on one of the ships under her employ. The captain’s name is Camsyn Zeddicus. Zeddicus, as in Analeil’s beau, Zeddicus? I suppose I will have to see.

I have to admit, I am a little nervous about all of this. The most experience I’ve with the sea is living in the D’athion estate. The house itself sits on the cliff side overlooking the ocean. Baelios’ balcony hangs right over it, where my window looks out to it, but that is it for my knowledge of the sea. I always thought the beach was nice, and the water is pretty, but living out on a ship? Going from the lady of a house to what is essentially will be a nurse on a ship to a bunch of sweaty, dirty men who don’t know the first thing about taking care of themselves will be...different. That is the polite term, I think. Different.

But different is what I wanted. Usefulness, excitement, purpose. I wanted this. I will not have any of it if I merely sit on my hands and hope that things will change for me. I will make the best of this, as best as I know how.