Post by **Auria (etc)** on Jul 5, 2009 11:06:36 GMT -5
[OOC: I'm back-timing it in this post to before the Hatching, and Silatar's arrival, simply because I don't feel like I know him very well and want to play with his character a bit. If anyone would like to stumble across the boy, please feel free!]
Long narrow fingers felt the inside of the boot ... still damp. Silatar sighed, tipped both boots toward the angle of the sun, and pulled his knees in to his chest.
The weather was warming up a bit too swiftly, typical of the Southern Continent this time of year. The ocean dunking and subsequent swim had chilled him as it was accomplished in pre-dawn light. The sun was rising higher in the sky now, however, and Silatar simply hoped his boots dried out before he was forced to seek the shade.
He scanned the horizon for the marauder vessel's sails. They were a foggy gray color, and blended with a variety of skies. The hull, too, was painted ghost-gray, allowing the schooner to slip close to its victims swiftly. The Invisible, she was called ... yet her image would forever be burned into the lad's mind.
The captain, devil he was, had planned for some time to start patrolling the seas around Araelen Island, as the oversized rock had come to be known since the dragons returned. Since Thread fell, more and more Holders were sending tithes, and that meant more and more supply ships were crossing the strait between Celos Sea Hold and the Weyr's supply docks. Silatar didn't know why the proximity to a dragon Weyr related to the possibility of escape and sanctuary in his mind, but once he learned of the captain's plans, he had begun to make plans of his own.
The turns working hard labor aboard Invisible had tanned his hide and toned his muscles. He knew the seas, and judged distances like a true sailor. He had waited till several hours before sunrise, and slipped quietly over the side, making no sound as his lean body slid feet-first into the quiet waters. The swim was taken leisurely, and he pulled himself onto the rocky beach just as the sun broke the horizon. When he looked over his shoulder, the sails of the Invisible were gone.
Apparently he either hadn't been missed or, more likely, no one cared. He thought the captain must be tiring of him by now, anyway, and would probably just find a new, younger, prettier "captain's boy" for company. At least he could hope....
Dragons overhead, what did they call them, "sweep riders"? Silatar hunkered in more tightly, unsure of whether he wanted the beasts to discover him. He thought it silly after the act, for the Weyr was his chosen destination. Would they give him Sanctuary? Would they protect him, should the pirates come searching for their platinum-blond possession? Or would they turn him away?
He supposed there was really only one way to find out.
He wished his boots would dry....
Long narrow fingers felt the inside of the boot ... still damp. Silatar sighed, tipped both boots toward the angle of the sun, and pulled his knees in to his chest.
The weather was warming up a bit too swiftly, typical of the Southern Continent this time of year. The ocean dunking and subsequent swim had chilled him as it was accomplished in pre-dawn light. The sun was rising higher in the sky now, however, and Silatar simply hoped his boots dried out before he was forced to seek the shade.
He scanned the horizon for the marauder vessel's sails. They were a foggy gray color, and blended with a variety of skies. The hull, too, was painted ghost-gray, allowing the schooner to slip close to its victims swiftly. The Invisible, she was called ... yet her image would forever be burned into the lad's mind.
The captain, devil he was, had planned for some time to start patrolling the seas around Araelen Island, as the oversized rock had come to be known since the dragons returned. Since Thread fell, more and more Holders were sending tithes, and that meant more and more supply ships were crossing the strait between Celos Sea Hold and the Weyr's supply docks. Silatar didn't know why the proximity to a dragon Weyr related to the possibility of escape and sanctuary in his mind, but once he learned of the captain's plans, he had begun to make plans of his own.
The turns working hard labor aboard Invisible had tanned his hide and toned his muscles. He knew the seas, and judged distances like a true sailor. He had waited till several hours before sunrise, and slipped quietly over the side, making no sound as his lean body slid feet-first into the quiet waters. The swim was taken leisurely, and he pulled himself onto the rocky beach just as the sun broke the horizon. When he looked over his shoulder, the sails of the Invisible were gone.
Apparently he either hadn't been missed or, more likely, no one cared. He thought the captain must be tiring of him by now, anyway, and would probably just find a new, younger, prettier "captain's boy" for company. At least he could hope....
Dragons overhead, what did they call them, "sweep riders"? Silatar hunkered in more tightly, unsure of whether he wanted the beasts to discover him. He thought it silly after the act, for the Weyr was his chosen destination. Would they give him Sanctuary? Would they protect him, should the pirates come searching for their platinum-blond possession? Or would they turn him away?
He supposed there was really only one way to find out.
He wished his boots would dry....
