OOC: Omg, sorry for not posting in forever. this week is the week before finals so there's a lot of stuff to do. On top of social life stuff. Seriously, I'm never in my dorm now. -ahem- anyway, control the ship ppl as you wish.
IC:
Narron hesitated a moment before responding, his expression growing solemn. He didn't think it would be very wise to approach the ships by themselves. Though Narron knew his fair share of merchants and crews by this point, it was tough to determine such things from so high and so far a distance. Besides, some crews were rowdy and rude, which the man didn't much care for.
"Okay," he agreed, making a mental note to keep the visit short.
As he began to fly down towards the harbor, Narron began to think. The sight of the ships excited him because it meant more opportunities to trade. In truth, it also made him a little embarrassed because he couldn't speak their language quite well. But Ewe was here with him, and she knew more about their kind than he did.
I wonder when she'll finally make up her mind to go to the main land, he thought.
The idea was both thrilling and rather sad. It was such an adventure and honor to be able to venture out that far into the world; she was the only one he knew that had ever made such a journey. Narron was a little jealous. At the same time, however, imagining a Yoreiq without her was neigh impossible. She was just part of his own little world, after all.
Maybe one day I, too, will sail away, he mused.
However, Narron doubted as much. He liked it here, at home. Besides, judging by sailor's stories, walking around their cities with wings would be too much of a hassle.
His musing abruptly ended as they came in close to the harbor. Some of the sailors who saw them let out some cat calls or friendly waves and shouts of hello. Narron smiled in relief; he recognized this ship.
"I know these people," he said to Ewe, getting excited, "They carry a lot of foreign spices."
It was one of the more friendlier lots from Serendipity, though their Cook, whom he traded with often, was sour faced and gruff. Still, Narron respected the man greatly because he took his work seriously. One of the more nicer dressed ones, clad in a green uniform with cropped short sky blue colored hair was shouting over the noise down from the deck to the two of them as he waved, beckoning them to come on deck.
Narron didn't understand half of what he said, but he understood at least the command, so he nodded at the invitation and settled a few feet away from him. The sailors clumsily scattered backwards to avoid getting hit by his giant wings.
The nicely dressed man came up to clap Narron on the shoulder and the two shook hands.
"Captain Quinn," Narron greeted in heavily accented Common, "It's a pleasure to have you here."
The Captain nodded and replied quite rapidly about the journey being faster than they expected due to the winds. He stood a little shorter than Ewe, though held himself with an air of great confidence.
"And what's your name, Miss? Do you speak Common? I don't believe I've met you before, and I know half the people on this Island," he said in Common as he held out his hands towards the young woman.