Lupin jumped, her rat-catching fantasy shattered by the sound of Ember's sharp voice. "Yes, Ember!" she almost shouted, berating herself for her distraction. She heaved up a second canvas roll and followed the fire-bird and the siren.
Lupin thumped down belowdecks, awkwardly peering around the barrel to try to see where she was headed. She set her load down, with a louder thump than she had meant, and a tiny squeak came from behind the supplies. No, two squeaks. She peered behind the stacks of supplies to find...
A rat.
The...
oh quick clarification... I did a project a few years ago on famous explorers (so I studied their ships) and I'm pretty sure that a bulkhead is a wall belowdecks. I also looked it up to be safe and I was right, is this what you meant? Or is bulkhead some secret code I don't know yet?!?!?
Every nerve in Lupin's body relaxed. Not bad, then. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, then regretted it. Ember didn't seem like the "ma'am" type.
"So, uh, I'll be... loading things..." she muttered, feeling smaller than a bug. She skittered back to her barrel, praying that Ember didn't have anything...
Lupin's throat twisted into a double knot. She swallowed. "Did I do something? I mean, yes?" she asked, the hairs on her neck prickling nervously. She set the barrel on the deck and stood up straight, fighting back sarcastic retorts that had been ingrained in her blood for a decade or more. She...
*hides in terror while typing*
Lupin worked her fingers under a barrel filled with something heavy and heaved it up. She peered over the curved wooden slats to search for the red-feathered hybrid-- the terrifying one, who gave out an aura of EVERYTHING MUST BURN whenever Lupin looked at her.
A...
(I'm thinking Lupin is neutral, but is slowly turning against...)(Also her parents are huge loyalists, so she is more for the rebel side bc she wants to disagree with them no matter what)
"It's not like I'm having any luck, if I do say so myself," Lupin responded acidically, the "my ship" line not registering until after she had opened her mouth, and by then it was a little too late. "I do better with a bow anyways," she added, more deferential now. She hoped that the aqrabaumelu...