“Ah, so the anchor caught your eye,” she says with a smile, hand resting on hip as she turns to watch the deepwoods hunter inspect the tool where it sits on the dock. Of course, her responsibility was merely to deliver this boy to the sands of Falcon Coast and get the gold from the Adventurer’s Guild there, but the way he leans in close to smell the anchor has Beidou raise her brows in amused disbelief. Not that she had plans to snatch him for her own crew just yet, but there’s a new twinkle in her eye as she walks up to see what sort of discovery he’s made here.
“We use this to ground our ships and make sure they don’t float away while we’re on land.” She notes, though not without an accompanying smirk. “I know what you’re thinking, but don’t try and lift it. You’ll just hurt yourself, lad.”
A TRIP TO LIYUE WAS A GIFT, lisa told him. he needed to see more of the world to learn as much as he wanted. but business called her away early, leaving razor to travel back alone. well, not alone. there was no one more trusted along the open ocean, apparently, than captain beidou. her scent was familiar, and yet different all the same. a crack of thunder, like gun powder, but open air and sea salt. they share the same vision. they share the same weapon. razor is comfortable enough around her on the sail home that he even sleeps a little while.
but restless and curious as his kin, razor finds himself at the front of the vessel, looking at a large, claw-like appendage nestled just under the rim of the boat. it smelled of the ocean, but stronger, more intensified, and had bumps of white and black of them. they shined in the sun, some opened like...like clam shells.
"an...chor," he says it once for himself, just so he knows how it sounds in his mouth, only glancing away from the anchor to look to beidou as he explains the use for such a large, metal item. he wonders how much is weighs, to be able to stop such a boat from floating away.
if the wolfkin had ears, they'd press against his head at her warning. but instead he looks a little dejected, red eyes glancing back to the anchor. it doesn't last long, however, curious gaze difting to the long, wooden paddles extending from the sides of the ship. he points.
"what those?" // @setsuzoku
