#HELLOOOOO HERE WE GOOOO i'm pumped

[warsrage]

i saved your life so i kinda feel responsible for you is all. / for freya

THE INCIDENT HAD INDEED PROVED A WORRISOME NEAR MISS, TO SAY THE VERY LEAST. captain fairweather and her crew, of course, are accustomed to such endeavors, at least as much as one can be. but the addition of their incredibly valuable passenger complicates matters significantly. her father the king had entrusted her with a task of herculean proportions : to deliver the prince's intended to the capital safe and sound, and with at least some manner of discretion. even now, she feels the weight of that trust on her shoulders, the unspoken cost if she should happen to fail. but as of yet, complications aside, she has not failed. if anything, she's but proven the wisdom of her father's choice to send her. these waters are famously perilous, riddled with stories of wicked enchantments – and for her part, freya knows most of them to be true. it is her shrewd business sense and the very particular circumstances of her captainship that has earned her safe passage where other sea captains fear to tread. the expediency of cutting through the sicasian sea is of particular importance for this task.

" do you, now? " freya answers with some amusement, although certainly she does not intend to laugh at the princess, not in the slightest. rather, the mere idea anymore of anyone feeling in any way responsible for her is nearly funny to her after all of these years. funny and, in its way, strangely touching, even though she suspects the princess herself edges toward a tease with her words. she's in dry clothes now, damp hair in a hasty twist up off of her neck. as she slips a cup of hot tea into the princess's hand, and sits in the opposite chair before the heavy work desk in the captain's quarters, she watches her keenly, something behind her eyes particularly bright after their little piece of excitement that was the brief storm. " I suppose I shouldn't tell you about the ... understanding I share with some of the creatures of these waters. it makes me no less grateful for you pulling me back from the rail. either way, taking a dip in water that frigid during a storm is certainly not my idea of fun. "

in a moment of quiet, the captain blows along the top of her own cup of tea, allowing the warmth of it to seep into her fingertips. the sea's chill always clings, even when it's simply from the rain, but it has begun to subside by now and the feeling has begun to creep back into her extremities. " are you well? dry? you did quite well, you know. I don't know your experience on the deck of a ship, but the unexperienced often panic. assuming the waves have not made them sick. there is no shame in that, of course. "

fallout : nv sentence starters. accepting.