WC 500+
Orin had noticed the vessel while it was still far off, skipping atop the waves that rolled inward and broke on the Shattered Coast. At first, she thought little of it, expecting to see many a passing ship from her vantage point upon the lighthouse grounds, but with each glance she stole to seek the boat as it tousled among the waves it became increasingly clear that it was coming closer to the Cour des Miracles shore, and not bowing around and heading for other lands.
She would not have noticed it at all if not for today’s random venture to the lighthouse. She had intended to fix up the old, dilapidated building, but knew little about craftsmanship so needed to recruit others’ aid. She had gotten a few offers from fellow Luperci; her brother would help, Zafier was willing to try, and hopefully Vigil would lend a paw, though with his new station might not have the time, now. Still, her helpers had not amassed yet as she was still surveying just what needed to be done with the lighthouse, so she was merely out here for a social-call, if you will. A simple, ‘Hello, lighthouse. How are you today? I will fix you up soon.’ Yet while she was there she decided to make the best of her time, and began clearing the yard of waste and debris, piling it all up in one corner by the fence so it could be hauled away later. Briefly, she wondered if any of the horses in the stables were trained to pull carts, as that would probably make this task less arduous.
Pausing in her duty for a short respite, she sidled up onto a fencepost and peered down the sightline of the coast, looking at the little boat as it began to skitter away from the coast. Ah, there it goes, off on its little adventure. But. . . what’s this? She narrowed her eyes and peered at the shore, and if her eyes didn’t deceive her there was a very little man ranting and raving, it appeared that he yelled at the boat!
Curious and concerned, she leaped off the fence and, being of small and therefore swift stature herself (though not nearly as tall as the angry man), made short work of the distance between her view-post and where the man washed up. She was soon walking the rocky coast near the man, confused as ever about his plight. She was utterly surprised as she approached and realized he was as small as he looked from the distance, in fact, it seemed this would be the first time she met anyone smaller than her! And so much smaller!
“Ho there, friend!” she called out before her as she walked. As she so faithfully did when near the water, she lapsed into the corny, fantasy-novel style of pseudo-sailor speech. “What’s your trouble?” She inquired, although her eyes were already on the little boat as it retreated into the distance. Suddenly she wondered if he had been ousted by some crew, marooned (although any sailor could see this was not a desert isle) for some crime. She bit her bottom lip, hoping her approach hadn’t been in vain, and that she was not waltzing right up to some dastardly, despicable marauder.