#and eadwulf is the knight with oaths to obey and serve

[demenior]

Happy wip wednesday! More of the Fealty au. What are high seas adventures without at least one really big ocean storm??

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The whole ship shakes as a wave washes over the bow. Jester’s feet fly out from under her. She’s thrown so far that her safety line threatens to cut her in half as it goes taut. She hits the deck. Her head spins, and with it, her focus on the storm wavers.

Hands grab her, pulling her up. She coughs, winded. Before she can speak she reaches out to grab the air, as if she can physically snatch her control back. She feels it anchor in her sternum again, the turmoil and rage of the storm alive around and inside of her at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Eadwulf asks. He has to shout to be heard, even at this distance.

Jester jerks away from him. His hat is tied tightly under his chin, but it’s soaked through and lost it’s form. Despite his coat and hat, he’s waterlogged from head to toe.

When she doesn’t respond, Eadwulf ties off his safety rope beside hers.

“What are you doing?” she moves further away from him.

“You’re holding concentration on a spell,” Eadwulf reminds her, “I’m making sure you keep it.”