Calaris had always been interested in the ocean. Growing up in Ildon near the beach, they had always been soothed by the sound of the waves in a way that their mother never quite could, and they were just as restless as them. Incredibly loud and unpredictable, Calaris was a menace on her family. Despite their behavior and their constant desire for freedom to go to the water, their family still loved her. They supported Calaris when they wanted to spend hours in the sand, digging for shells that they had buried just yesterday. They had supported her dream to join the High Kingdom of Idunia's navy. However, just as the waves that Calaris loved so dearly are, their life was unpredictable. As they got older, their body began to behave more strangely. While their interest had never faded, their body had began to. Once, when they had left their home to go into town, their leg had begun to lag behind them. It hurt ever so slightly, but it was not enough for concern. They could never sit down and lick their wounds after all, they had to keep moving. There was no time to cry to the ocean about it, there was a greater cause to serve, after all.
The traveller has just arrived in a small town. As they look around, their gaze is met with run down houses and shops. They duck into one of the shacks, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the small room, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town?" She begins, then pauses to study their face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a chair, “Where do you come from? What do you hope to make of yourself?”
Calaris stared at the old woman with confusion. Already, the tiniest part of them wanted to walk away and to go back into the town. They were here for a doctor's visit, and that was all. They were here to be told that there was nothing left to do for their leg that wasn't complete amputation, and then they were to go home and give up on their dreams. Yet, that one singular thought kept bouncing around in their mind. The singular concept of giving up infuriated them to no end. So, they took a seat. Better to be confused than to walk around, letting their mind stew with anger. At the very least, one of those two emotions could be solved.
They slowly sat themself down, hissing slightly once their knee had fully bent. It was an irritating pain, but ignorable. It was not yet screaming out for attention.
"Ildon is from where I hail," They said, looking away from the old woman. "For what I hope to make of myself," they turn to face the woman with a grin, "a captain is what I aspire to be."
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