54th of Zi'da, Arc 717
The Hop, Skip and Jump heading to Welles
Eastern Trench, about a break from Cyrene Bay
Despite his job being nothing more than following the Duke and standing around until the Duke decided to move around again, Sin was exhausted. His asterism had been working overtime the past few trials, it seemed, pulsing weakly in his chest as it tried to get his extremities to light and warm up. He needed a holiday or bask a few nights in a row in the light of Uleuda. For now, he had to content himself with the light of Idalos sun, or what little of it was present in this cold season. It wasn't the worst of the season yet, the end of Zi'da got much colder still, but Sin stood shivering on the deck, trying to catch some fresh air before going back below decks. Lianne was with Ayla, looking after her, and Iemes was wherever Lianne was and Thet was asleep, as far as Sin knew.
Standing at end of the ship, hands on the railing, watching Rynmere in the distance, Sin's mind wandered. He hadn't seen Yana in quite some time now, heard nothing from her except the letter that had come with the books he'd put on his shelf. He still hadn't started on them. As Yana came up, Sin's thoughts went to her promotion and job, wondering if they were in jeopardy now that she'd been gone for some time already. Perhaps in an attempt to warm up a little more his mind drifted to other things regarding Yana. His memory was short lived the boat seemed to take a bit of a jump and Sin had to grab the railing to keep from going down. His attention was in the present until he deemed it safe for him to unfocus once more.
As a steward, Yana had quite a few responsibilities but Sin imagined that the job came with quite a few perks as well. He wouldn't know as he'd never gotten that far. Perhaps in the future, a few more promotions away, he would be required to call her Lady Yana instead. He was pretty sure she wouldn't like that much but then again, there were enough stories in the Iron Hand of knights whose Lord rank had gone straight to their head. How many of those were actually real Sin didn't know. But he hoped none of them would feature Yana in the future. The ship jumped a second time and Sin felt his feet coming off the deck for a trill before landing with a thud once more. Perhaps this was not the best place to stand while the waves got more unruly.
Slowly, but surely, Sin made his way from the back of the ship towards the stairs leading down, keeping one hand on the railing at all times. There was a part where he had to wait and guess for the right moment to cross as the railing went ahead and he had to, somehow, make it to the middle of the ship. Once he got below decks, the lack of wind cutting into him helped to warm him up a little bit. Here, with walls on both sides, Sin managed to advance much more easily and he passed the various cabins the captain used to transport passengers. Sin and the other guards shared one room together while Lianne, Ayla and Tristan shared another. He peeked into his own room quickly and saw Thet sleeping like a baby, not even aware of the rough waters they were on as his hammock swayed softly with the waves.
Sin took of his cloak and tossed it on his bed, revealing his usual leather armor overtop simple gray and brown clothes. No more fancy Olive colored clothes for quite some time. Across from them, the door to Tristan's room was closed and Sin rapped his knuckles against the wood quickly. "Ser?" He opened the door slightly and peeked his head in. "Do you have a moment?" Sin gave him a tired, but friendly, smile from the door as he looked over the room. It seemed the waves were calming down a bit. Lianne and Ayla weren't here, probably somewhere below in the hold playing while Iemes looked after them, or Lianne. Tristan's room was much larger than the one he shared with the other two men but not by much. Iemes did also take up a lot more space than Lianne or Ayla.
The Hop, Skip and Jump heading to Welles
Eastern Trench, about a break from Cyrene Bay
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hey had left two trials after the big charity event. Tristan had finished all his business before the event, which pleasantly surprised Sin. He hadn't expected the trial to come where business came before pleasure for the infamous Tristan Venora. By the 53rd trial of the season they were in Andaris where they had taken a one trial stop to acquire some supplies necessary for the duchy and the estate and Sin had taken the time to check in on his place. Apart from a few seasons of dust, everything looked in order. He collected what little remained of his old paperwork and notes and stuffed them in his pack. They had set out the trial after with one of the ships frequenting the route between Rynmere and Welles and Pike. Sin was glad to be away from the chain of meetings, gatherings and the large charity event at the end.Despite his job being nothing more than following the Duke and standing around until the Duke decided to move around again, Sin was exhausted. His asterism had been working overtime the past few trials, it seemed, pulsing weakly in his chest as it tried to get his extremities to light and warm up. He needed a holiday or bask a few nights in a row in the light of Uleuda. For now, he had to content himself with the light of Idalos sun, or what little of it was present in this cold season. It wasn't the worst of the season yet, the end of Zi'da got much colder still, but Sin stood shivering on the deck, trying to catch some fresh air before going back below decks. Lianne was with Ayla, looking after her, and Iemes was wherever Lianne was and Thet was asleep, as far as Sin knew.
Standing at end of the ship, hands on the railing, watching Rynmere in the distance, Sin's mind wandered. He hadn't seen Yana in quite some time now, heard nothing from her except the letter that had come with the books he'd put on his shelf. He still hadn't started on them. As Yana came up, Sin's thoughts went to her promotion and job, wondering if they were in jeopardy now that she'd been gone for some time already. Perhaps in an attempt to warm up a little more his mind drifted to other things regarding Yana. His memory was short lived the boat seemed to take a bit of a jump and Sin had to grab the railing to keep from going down. His attention was in the present until he deemed it safe for him to unfocus once more.
As a steward, Yana had quite a few responsibilities but Sin imagined that the job came with quite a few perks as well. He wouldn't know as he'd never gotten that far. Perhaps in the future, a few more promotions away, he would be required to call her Lady Yana instead. He was pretty sure she wouldn't like that much but then again, there were enough stories in the Iron Hand of knights whose Lord rank had gone straight to their head. How many of those were actually real Sin didn't know. But he hoped none of them would feature Yana in the future. The ship jumped a second time and Sin felt his feet coming off the deck for a trill before landing with a thud once more. Perhaps this was not the best place to stand while the waves got more unruly.
Slowly, but surely, Sin made his way from the back of the ship towards the stairs leading down, keeping one hand on the railing at all times. There was a part where he had to wait and guess for the right moment to cross as the railing went ahead and he had to, somehow, make it to the middle of the ship. Once he got below decks, the lack of wind cutting into him helped to warm him up a little bit. Here, with walls on both sides, Sin managed to advance much more easily and he passed the various cabins the captain used to transport passengers. Sin and the other guards shared one room together while Lianne, Ayla and Tristan shared another. He peeked into his own room quickly and saw Thet sleeping like a baby, not even aware of the rough waters they were on as his hammock swayed softly with the waves.
Sin took of his cloak and tossed it on his bed, revealing his usual leather armor overtop simple gray and brown clothes. No more fancy Olive colored clothes for quite some time. Across from them, the door to Tristan's room was closed and Sin rapped his knuckles against the wood quickly. "Ser?" He opened the door slightly and peeked his head in. "Do you have a moment?" Sin gave him a tired, but friendly, smile from the door as he looked over the room. It seemed the waves were calming down a bit. Lianne and Ayla weren't here, probably somewhere below in the hold playing while Iemes looked after them, or Lianne. Tristan's room was much larger than the one he shared with the other two men but not by much. Iemes did also take up a lot more space than Lianne or Ayla.