The air seemed suddenly crisper, something in the minds and existence of the men and mythic within earshot of the Captain yielded to a united solemnness, like the encompassing hum of a singer's voice held pitch to a ringing instrument. Something in Cyrus's demeanor had changed as well...
One last sharp step brought her to a comfortable speaking distance of the first mate, turning to him fully, she folded her arms once more.
"From the make of this situation, Galen isn't to blame for the disorder," her voice maintained an easy professional tone. She saw no need for rivalry to...
(Thank you both immensely- don't know what else to saayyyyy 🫠
Just thank you. It means a lot. I wish I could fabricate moods in my writing like you both)
(This is so well spun together, Lacy, I wish I could write like you and RD)
Ember halted only a couple of strides from the firstmate, turning slightly to face the Captain as she arrived. The usual aura of self-importance and control seemed to spill over the deck boards where the heeled boots...
"In a place like this, threats in the name of self-preservation don't seem unjust. Save for if they are only to cause division or disorder."
She dropped her arms, resting a hand on the hilt of her flintlock.
"I'll have a word with the first mate, and you're excused your 'deck scrubbing task.'...
"Did he threaten your falcon first?"
Ember folded her arms across her chest, shifting her weight impatiently onto a hip as her gaze drifted over his shoulder to the larger, bedraggled Harpy still crouched on the deck.
@RDchicken99
@Isabella7Storm5
Ember and Cyrus were still talking on deck when this all happened-
So Ember finally got involved-
And TA DA- now we are here and I'm about to write another scene
Ember's eyebrows arched slightly in surprise.
"Let me get this straight."
She wasn't certain if she felt deserving of his fear or concerned.
"You were trying to avoid conflict, and in turn, he attempted to kill your friend?"
There was almost a soft note to her tone, almost gentle, but not quite...