A Ship On The Horizon

[Lark 2227]

((For the record I'm not back till Sunday but I gots wi-fi, I can't sleep, and I feel like writing so deal with it *puts on shades* Also written on Ipod so no fancy text :( ))

The ship groans as the sea caresses the boat in the Anthosian waters, Gulls fly overhead, squaking along to music aboard the ship. The salty air and good rum has brought out high spirits aboard the ship as it sets its sights for the Wilds Docks. A coal colored feathered crow smith overlooks the sailors drinking and enjoying the festivities, laughing heartily with the rest as a man slips on some spilled rum, and falls on his bum. He glances to the northernmost part of the Anthos horizon and grins lightly, thinking of his home where crows dwell. A scrawny brown haired boy with the same dark grey eyes as the man before him tugs on his coat and points towards where he looks and asks curiously, "Home, Papa?" The man chuckles happily and tussles the lad's hair, nodding and responds, "Aye lad, we'll be 'ome soon." He glances at a large crate tied down to the deck, a sharp spear poking out of it and looks down to the boy, "Go run ta' te' capn' an' get 'im ta' get some more men ta' get this last crate down. Dun really need annaeone gettin' stabbed." The young boy of now 7 name days grins and complies, scurrying down the stairs as fast as his skinny frame will allow. The man looks around then down to his hands. His right hand adorned with a gold ring inlaid with lapis, one of a pair, and his lefr, left with four fingers and a glyph, marking him a man who has done honourable deeds for his family. He grimaced as he looked over it, as to think what it cost him, what it meant now, and if it mattered. He shrugged, dismissing the thought and felt around for his wineskin. He would be home soon.

[Heff 2460]

((Lark has a kid :0 ))

Bod sits atop his nest up in the Kraltan rooftops. He sips his coffee looking at the horizon wondering when Lark will return and see that his old friend has returned.