A dark and stormy night... (OPEN)

[HG]

Of all the women on this ship the last one he wanted to converse with was Senyrae. She had a horrible habit of trying to order him around. Nevarre did not appreciate in the slightest that she was trying to do so now when he was obviously not feeling himself. He hoped she did go overboard then maybe she could drown or be savagely eaten by a sea creature.

He said nothing back to her, trying hard to concentrate on not vomiting again and on bringing the young man on the other end of the rope up. He did feel awful about what he had done to Dereo so when he did ask if Nevarre was alright the Holder answered, although it sounded like shouting, "Sea doesn't agree with me, especially a stormy sea!"

He was holding fast to the robe though water dripped from every article of clothing he wore, even his socks were now completely soaked so that when he moved he felt a squish. They were all working together at least...despite the disobedience of the women. He pulled with everything he had and felt he was overly warm despite the wind and rain and sea water running all over him. When the laughing young man was hauled onto deck he was not amused. His face could very well be etched from stone at this point. What a dimglow!!!

Nevarre listened to what Koldyn suggested. Indeed they had better all go below. "Perhaps we should throw him back..." His voice was low and though he would never actually do such a thing, he did enjoy entertaining the idea. "Everyone we really should be below deck as Koldyn suggested. We are, if you have not yet noticed, in the way of the sailors." These sailors as mentioned were working and weaving in and out of the assembly of Expedition members. It was obvious that they were not happy about this fact and also that they would prefer to have the deck to themselves.

Nevarre walked over close to Koldyn so that he could confide his idea in the one person he felt had his back on this mission. "Once there I think we can decide on an appropriate punishments for those who were both foolish and reckless." He did not name them out loud. Not many of them would catch on that he was talking about more than one person. Cemar was not the only one who had made him angry with their recklessness. Lyunne and Senyrae would be equally dealt with.

[magic]

Lyunne hated the confines of being below decks. She had never enjoyed being in a small, enclosed space and the rooms below were small, crowded and stuffy. She preferred being on deck, even with the wind and rain it was preferable to being below. She glared at Senyrae, then at Nevarre. Him, the one who treated her as if she wasnt worthy of anything. She might be a weaver, a crafter, but he wasnt anything special. Even if he thought he was. But he was right about the sailors, they werent happy to have the group of explorers on deck, so holding back her angry retort she follwoed the rest below decks.

She was indeed soaked to the skin, she hadnt realised what hard work that was going to be. It was only one person but the forces and the weather and the slippery deck had been an effort. She looked at her hands, noticing that she had some blood patches were the skin had been torn thanks to the rough rope. She would have to find a healer. Undoing the cloak fastening she let it fall, landing with a dull thud on the decking. She leant against the bulkhead, her eyes closing as a weakness over took her. The room spun and she felt dizzy. She hadnt eaten earlier, and now this, she slid down the bulkhead and hit the deck hard, groaning as her head fell forward. “Shards” she murmured, struggling to keep conscious when all she wanted was to collapse.


Quintre listened to Nevarre and Koldyn, “we should all dry off” he muttered, he wanted to be included, but he was the youngest. “Is he gonna be alright?” he asked as he looked at the lad they had rescued, “we need to set some more ground rules, theres no real sense of being on this together.” He said, trying to think of the right words, but not able too. “You need to talk to the Nev, explain, but not as a Holder, you need to try and reach them as young people. We are in this together, and we need each other.” He hoped he hadnt over stepped the mark, but no one wanted trouble and if Nevarre didnt try and at least seem more...well not so up tight...the group might fall apart before they had even got to the Southern Continent.

[Marnark]

"No throwing him back. We just got him back aboard." Rolgar stated, discreetly, to Nevarre. Yes, he was rather irritated with his nephew, but he still wasn't going to let anyone - regardless of who - chuck him back overboard. Without a rope this time.

Cemar rubbed the back of his head as he straightened. "Oh, come on. It's not like I wasn't being productive!" He protested, following the rest of the group as they all headed below decks. The storm was getting pretty bad all of a sudden. Of course, he was catching on already that it wasn't going to matter what he said, or that he'd managed to retrieve the bucket. They were all going to be mad at him anyway. And probably for a very long time to come. He didn't see what the stink was about ... he had known what he was doing and was more than certain he could have gotten back aboard himself. Granted, it would have been a workout.

[firethorne]

Adapting what he hoped to be a neutral expression upon his features, Koldyn regarded the other expedition members that had gathered, his eyes taking on a stonier light when they passed over the two females. He would have been irritated with them the most, but right now almost all of his anger was directed toward the fool of a wherry that had jumped overboard. That two-mooned idiot was now on the holder’s dung list, and there he would stay for the rest of the journey. Cutting his amber gaze to the side when Roglar spoke, a smirk slipped across the boy’s face. “I wouldn’t be against the idea, actually. But I suppose we need everyone when we reach the South.”

He was joking. Really. Almost. No, he was…for the most part.

When Nevarre stepped closely to the side, the young holder paused in his rather wicked thoughts to listen attentatively, noticing the other boy was sharing thoughts with him and only him. Apparently, he was beginning to trust Kol, and that was the way the Igen wanted it. He truly did take Nevarre’s side in this journey, and he knew they were going to have to work together if they were to make their fathers proud and fulfill their mission here. Eyebrows rising at his words, Koldyn caught the double meaning inside the phrase, and nodded. “I agree. Measures need to be taken for…everything that has occurred, to see that it doesn’t happen again.” The women needed to learn to listen. Back in the North, things weren’t like this. Workers knew their place, and females certainly didn’t think that they had a right to talk back to a Lord Holder’s son. Exactly where did these crafters get their spirit? Surely they had not spoken to their betters this way back home; they would have been put in their place.

Turning in surprise as Quintre spoke, Kol regarded the younger impassively as he reasoned with Nevarre. To be honest, he had forgotten the boy was even there, but there was wisdom in his words. Well, some of his words. It was true enough they all needed each other, but what they didn’t need was a bunch of kids milling around thinking they were all on equal footing and doing as they pleased. That never sharding worked, and if the mission was going to be any success at all, this group was going to need leadership. Regarding Nevarre and Quintre, the Igen holder crossed his arms and said, “We are in this together, true enough, and we do need each other. That much is certain. However, those people need to realize that someonehas to lead this mission, or else it’s going to fall apart into chaos. We can’t wander around doing as we please and hope it all works out. We all need to agree to listen to someone in charge, and since it was our fathers who thought of the idea, and our fathers who got this whole quest started, I think we know best. We just need…those people,” and the gestured at the retreating members “to realize it.” Of course, Koldyn was sure to keep his voice down, so only the other two holders could hear. It was his, Nevarre’s, and Quintre’s fathers who had decided to go ahead with this. Whe WEREN’T they in charge?

Marching downstairs behind the others, his amber gaze flicked to the side as one of the girls looked about ready to faint. ‘See? Still so haughty now?’ Koldyn thought hotly, inwardly seething. However, the holder was exceptional at hiding his emotions, and instead strode over to the woman. Squatting down, resting his weight on the balls of his feet, Kol looked her over once and sighed, straightening. “Rolgar, can you take a look at Lyunne?” Without sparing another glance, he walked back over to Nevarre, waiting for the other holder to speak.

[HG]

His father would have been able to handle this situation with diplomacy while striking fear into the hearts of those sharding girls. However, Nevarre was not his father. The youth needed the support of the others more than they probably realized and more than he was willing to accept at the moment. He walked next to Koldyn trying not to think about the girl who had obviously been injured. Although he had more regard for the girls who had stayed below he wondered if they were doing it because they wanted to stay dry or they were following his orders. He doubted it was the latter.

Nevarre's head tilted at the sound of Quintre's voice. The younger Holder had always seemed so passive. Although being the quiet type did have its advantages. Wise words from a little brat just out of training. "Koldyn is correct. They've already made up their minds about us Quintre. If I talk to them they are going to doubt my authority even more and think this is a democracy and let me assure you it isn't." Nevarre was unhappy that his charge was even being doubted by the young Holder. What did he know about leading. He had more older siblings than Nevarre had!

He was keeping his cool. No yelling, no shouting and certainly no temper. There were reactions to every action and the action the girls took would require consequences to match. He had no choice that was the way the world was. If they got away with it and had no punishment no one would listen to him ever again. He would be considered yellow bellied, a coward and obviously not strong enough to hold a group together. He would not allow that to happen to himself. Koldyn's remark about Lyunne caused him to come out of his thoughts. Yes the girl deserved it and Rolgar had the unfortunate duty of dealing with her now. Although a crafter, the Healer seemed to have a good head on his shoulders.

He entered the warm and dry underbelly of the ship and thought about the fact that he had better change into something not completely soaking wet. "Anyone who is wet needs to change into their spare clothes. Your other clothes should be hung to dry. I would suggest no one attempts to go above deck." He was completely serious about that and it showed on his face. Cemar, Lyunne and Senyrae would be dealt with later.

[Marnark]

Rolgar heaved a slow sigh, but nodded. The girl did need taking care of. The holders seemed to be clustering up tight ... he hoped that this incident wasn't going to be a start between a divide between holder and crafter, and male and female. The expedition couldn't handle a split like that. Crouching before the girl with the bloody hands, he gently took one wrist and turned her hand so he could see the wounds. After repeating the motion with her other hand, he nodded and stood again, heading off to the far end of the boat where he'd stashed the majority of his healing supplies. It didn't take him long to get what he needed and come back.

"Most of this is pretty minor, and I wouldn't worry about it too much." Rolgar told her, soothingly. Applying a little bit of numbweed to the wounds, he waited a moment for the sensation to fade in her skin before he started washing it carefully to remove any debris. That done, he applied a little bit of redwort solution to disinfect it. Thin cloth bandages followed, but her hands were still fully usable afterward. "If they start to turn any shade of red, you come see me promptly alright?" He instructed her firmly. Rolgar did not think they would infect in the least, not in this salty sea water environment. But there was always a chance.