Kæjk La’Dhroo ab Jujnis, 2997
This morning I felt rather self conscious as I dressed in my new gown. My shoulders were bare and there was no hiding the feathers. Goodness, as I brushed my hair, I took a peek at my shoulders only to catch Bordel staring. Immediately I looked away, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. What might he think of me?
“Sleep well?” he asked as I began to braid my hair. All I could think about was hurrying off to breakfast. It was my intentions to have left before he woke.
“I did, though I got in a bit later than I intended,” I replied. A moment later, I heard Bordel get up and come to the washbasin. I kept my focus on the mirror on the armoire, twisting the braid into a bun. As I pinned it in place, the Cleric then asked if I had seen his brush. I looked at him, confused like, before a laugh escaped me. Quickly I clamped my mouth shut, for part of me wondered if he was serious. Yet as sure as I was that he was teasing me, what with him having a bald head, I replied, “I haven’t.”
Satisfied with the state of my hair, I then wrapped the scarf around my shoulders and made my way out of the room. While walking to the Galley, I couldn’t help but enjoy the lightness I felt. Just maybe I’m not a bothersome thorn. I know I’m feeling more worthy of the bracelet Bordel gave.
After eating breakfast, we all got ready to disembark into the muddy port of Two Rivers. As we all stood on deck, Kimaris pointed out my feathers.
“Do those hurt?” he asked. I laughed and said no, but rather they itch a lot. I asked if he’d be so kind to scratch the ones around my shoulder blades and he obliged me. Daevri then poked fun saying I was turning into an Angel. At that notion, Bordel echoed how I felt, by saying, “No she’s not.” Let alone, I don’t know how many Angels have their arms growing feathers.
Once off the ship, Daevri made it well known his repulsion to manual traveling. I rolled my eyes. His way of life wasn’t too far from my upbringing. Granted on a finer scale, but still. Walking isn’t that difficult, even if it’s a week’s worth. Kimaris said that’s how long it’d take us to get to the base of the mountains where the stepping stone trial awaits us.
I’m actually really excited to visit this monastery. The view from the top must be a sight to see.
We split off in town; Kimaris heading to a tower to signal his coming, Bordel to the blacksmith, and I got stuck with babysitting duty as I marched Aragoth and Daevri to the local tavern. To avoid the Human from whining the entire trip, collectively we thought we would see if there were any caravans heading toward the monastery.
We did find one, but even though it would be in town any day, we would have to wait a week (unless convinced otherwise) before it made it’s trek back. We managed to bribe Daevri with piggy back rides so we coyld make haste toward Kimaris's home. We will sent out first thing tomorrow morning.
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