[aw-sea voyage]Sailing Off

Dalgina Wolfe-Denahlii · 07-09-2012, 12:20 AM

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ooc July 8

They were leaving now! The previous day the boat had been prepped. Excitement filled the pup, dreading at the same time that she would be leaving her family behind for this. Her talnala would still be here when she got back. Dalgina knew that. She still felt nervous at the thought of leaving them behind. At least Tehu would be coming with her. She could always rely on him to be there, even when everyone else was gone. She loved Keldava, but her sister was always off somewhere. Mahn and Papa were busy as well. She loved them all, but this would be her first time away from them.

The boat was pulled in, Jerome standing at the front waving for members to start coming on. Animals had been brought on the night before, so it was already a noisy place to be. Now they would be sailing though. Tehu ran his beak through her hair before lifting off, flying ahead of her. It was a beautiful sight, wings lifting in the wind. The kestrel landed, perching on the mast of the ship. Smiling Dalgina ran up after him, the wind pulling at her black hair. She clambered onto the boat, looking out to what was out there with an eager smile on her face.

Vasiliy Russo · 07-11-2012, 01:13 AM

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Vasiliy is by me!

Vasiliy was excited -- as excited as he'd been upon setting sail across the vast ocean. The granite-furred wolf had quickly learned the truth of sea-faring journeys; however, these short voyages were still appealing to him. He knew they wouldn't be sailing so far as he'd come in crossing the Atlantic -- by the end of today, in fact, their paws should again touch dry land. An as-yet-unexplored land to Vasiliy, a land with many traders and trade possibilities!

Perhaps most exciting to Vasiliy was that he was helping his pack. The granite-furred wolf had not known how best to contribute to Cercatori d'Arte. He was no warrior, no great hunter, no book-smart writer. He couldn't create, he couldn't do much of anything he thought these wolves would appreciate -- but there was this. The boat was all he could have imagined, just as sturdy and well-built as she looked. The oars would slash the water and send them swift where the wind dropped, but already the silver-gray wolf felt the stirring of the bay's breeze. They would have wind and oars both, perhaps.

The dusky-furred wolf watched Dalgina dash toward the ship, climbing up the narrow gangplank after her bird. Vasiliy did the same, albeit less quickly than the dark she-wolf. He strode onto the deck, looking around with satisfaction. Everything seemed to be in order -- of course, they must run over the ship a last time before departing, but at least everything looked good. You are ready to see water dance with boat, eh, Dalgina? he called, grinning as he remembered the way she'd described the action of wave against ship.

Levent Kartal · 07-17-2012, 06:32 PM

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Being a loser and posting here for the points at the last minute. >_>

The ship was docked and ready; the last of the supplies were being carried on by its passengers, and the wind seemed ready to push them onward. There was excitement among the d’Artisans during these final moments on home ground, excitement for the voyage ahead and the trades that were to be made across the Bay of Fundy, but all of it failed to reach Levent Kartal.

He set his shoulders, staring at the great hull, Wilson standing beside him. The cat glanced a question at him, and the wolf nodded before walking grimly up onto the boat, as if he were walking the plank.

Vasiliy looked chipper about the whole ordeal, of course; this was his brilliant idea in the first place. There was that kestrel up in the rigging, and the dark-furred girl looked dreamy as she stared out to their soon-to-be-route. The whole atmosphere was hopeful and adventurous and Lev thought he would barf.

“Is there anything I can help with?” the Turk asked, swallowing bile that burned his throat on the way back down.

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