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peace, love, and sail boats [OPEN]
CHARACTERS: Keya & YOU
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :028 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for whatever fun romps you wanna involve Keya in.
WARNINGS: None, yet. Cuteness from a very moe alien, perhaps.
DAYS :028 - :034 MEET CUTES OR MEETS CUTE ((note: if you want to have interactions with Keya between days :024 and :027, you can wildcard off of this post))
DAYS :035 and :036 SHIP SHAPE
WILDCARD
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: DAY :028 - :036
SUMMARY: A catch-all for whatever fun romps you wanna involve Keya in.
WARNINGS: None, yet. Cuteness from a very moe alien, perhaps.
DAYS :028 - :034 MEET CUTES OR MEETS CUTE ((note: if you want to have interactions with Keya between days :024 and :027, you can wildcard off of this post))
[It seems that, after the first few days at the Red Coast, the timid young farana who swore her service to the Carbauschians is finding more courage and confidence to speak. Not just with hosts, but with other envoys, much to the chagrin of her kin.]
I just don’t understand why nobody will even consider it-- [she can be overheard saying, to whomever she’s selected for the time being. It seems a fairly arbitrary selection process; really, just anyone who won’t walk away while she’s talking. Sometimes, even those unfriendly few.] --Who knows when the next time such a meeting might happen?
[Inevitably, anyone of consequence she might entreat will eject from the conversation, leaving her discouraged and frustrated.]
DAYS :035 and :036 SHIP SHAPE
[With the ships complete and the training underway, Keya can be found trying to learn to sail.
Oh sure, she hopped aboard gung-ho and ready to harpoon a big beastie, but as soon as a fisherman puts one into her hands, she becomes stricken with an uneasy pallor and pleads for it to be taken back. She’s not quite ready to be pitted against another behemoth, armed only with a spear by a different name.
So, she sticks to learning her way around the boat. Pulling on ropes, tying knots, rushing hither and thither and following instructions as best she can.
Over the course of training, on a handful of occasions, you’ll hear her yell “HEADS UP!” as something falls from above--a tool, a rope, what-have-you--and she lunges after it, trying to catch it without falling herself.
Sometimes, she actually succeeds.]
WILDCARD
[You know the drill.]
no subject
She can't keep the hint of a smile away, though. ]
Yes, all the layers, I imagine they get caught up on things a lot if you're not careful. You already seem to be able to handle a harpoon, though! With the-- [ She gestures with her arms, meaning the easy flip maneuver he performed moments ago, but it just ends up looking like she's recreating an awkward dance move. Poorly. ] --it...was impressive.
i dont want this any more make it stop
[ He practically glows with confidence, even underneath all of his robes.
The harpoon in his hands is practically an extension of himself, as he carefully navigates the flowing sleeves of his robes and gives it an experimental spin around one wrist. Then the other, a curl across the palm of his hand, tucking it down once more. Pointy end away from his face and hers. Like that, Keya? ]
Stop stalling. We need you, Keya. I bet we'll haul in the biggest garstall there is, now that you're here.
[ we can totally end this here w/ future boat training etc so the new log has a chance to uh explode
you monsters i love it thx ]
gently takes it away