#odyssey

"Sir Ivory Truthbranch" A nod "Liam Fiona hybrid... " A sigh "But still a Liam. He almost got banned for trying to help me"

"Because Oathbreaker or because seelie?"

"Eiluned are seelie."

"More because Liams tend to have opinions and want to help mortals and such... and Ailil don't like folks questioning thier methods I suspect. I admire the Baron, he's a good man, but every House has their... uhm.. challenge? Their imprint"

"Right. Can't say I'm mad about not turning up some stripe of noble."

"Well, thankfully We Daireann are sweetness and light" Wry

SNORT.

A smile at the snort.

"I'm happy with my House mostly though sometimes I worry I'm not VENGEFUL enough"

"Uh..."

"That doesn't seem a thing to aspire towards?"

"Sometimes I think if I took bloodier vengeance it might discourage folks from trying to hurt the folks I care about"

A shrug "Guess i lean more on honor and hospitality. Possibly better that way"

"Yeah. Do that."

"Well, yes but they are ALL Three core pillars on the house. Feel like I'm slacking"

She seems oddly serious.

"Well... how often have you been wronged, though?"

"Well, there's annoyances ,and there's true to the knife hate. I suppose if I think about it, every time I've had someone who hit the extreme someone else got him first. That puppy napping spriggan? The Baroness got him. Blaine got fired thanks to the art geeks, though I swear if I met him in a dark alley... i may forget the code of dadga. Still solved. Calanthe she...well paid her price I suppose but not at my hand"

The scraps of sail flap in the wind and don't contribute much, but by angling the rudder and utilizing the upgraded engine, they’re now making a brisk pace.

Art calls down into the hold, “seagulls! I see seagulls!”

"Wait, that means a shore right?" She says "They can only fly so far?"

"Sweet! Let's follow the rats with wings!"

"Pigeons, not Never" She assure Citrine 'You guys are so much nicer than rats"

Chime! Agreement!

"Maybe mice."

A tiny huff that would do Tinkerbell herself proud

A smirk

"Is it Monserrat, Art?"

“If I charted right, it should be… and if it's not? It's still LAND.”

"Sounds good"

"Land IS preferable to no land, yes."

"Looks like we won't be resorting to cannibalism this time."

"Hey now, no meat on the shell from me" She taps her skin

“I think I saw an oyster knife in there.”

He grins, but then asks, “Gwen, can you keep this heading? I want to look at the sea maps Thistle found again.”

"Maybe we need those little cracker-doos they use for crab..."

She puts her hand on it and hold its it steady to keep the heading "I got it"

He nods- squints at the sun, adjusts it a fraction, then heads down into the hold.

Citrine tries to follow, but finds the door shut… rude! She baps into it a few times in protest like a fly against a glass window, then is distracted watching a seagull dive for a small silvery fish.

Thistle is near the prow, peering out over the waves to see if she can spot the shore.

Citrine skims the surface of the water, playfully letting her feet dip in as she trails from a loose length of fishing line, nearly water skiing.

"Citrine" A call back "Don't act like bait"

Wince.

She reluctantly buzzes back up to perch on the mast, and doesn’t even notice a dark shape in the water drifts away, disappointed.

"Thank you" She says to Citrine

A tiny raspberry, no respect

But later, she proudly presents Gladiola with a seagull feather she found.

A flicker of glamour from down in the boats cabin. Nothing feeling ominous, just, a little trickle wandering up from below.

"Uhm, what's going on down below? And.. thanks again, Citirne" SHe takes the feather

“It’s okay!” Art calls up! His tone is excited. “I’m okay! I’m great!”