WHO: Yseult, Darras, Derrica & Flint WHAT: Gathering intel on the blockade failure and the state of Val Chevin's harbor defenses; an unexpected dinner party. WHEN: Early Wintermarch WHERE: Val Chevin, the Waking Sea NOTES: N/A, will add if necessary.
Following Yseult's lead, Derrica moves off to do as ordered. Her initial instinct to weave a barrier around the three of them is suppressed; if anyone is watching the deck, she'd give herself away immediately. Instead, she grimaces slightly before inclining her head and beginning her climb as the distance between the two ships rapidly closes.
She positions herself carefully, balancing and unhooking her staff while keeping her eyes on Flint and Darras. Maybe this gambit plays out no problem, or maybe she has to set fire to that ship. It's hard to say.
"None of their men on deck have weapons out," Derrica murmurs into the crystal. "None that I can see, anyway."
No disagreement from Darras, either, and he nods his agreement to the plan. He can take orders when he needs to, and this is a moment of need if there was one.
When they're out on the quarterdeck, he watches Yseult as she picks her path off toward the stern, keeps his eyes on her until she's out of sight. Then he turns his attention back to Flint, to wait for next orders.
Derrica's message is easily corroborated from their position as well, as the other ship closes the gap, near enough to make out small details and getting nearer all the while. "Good for us if it's true," Darras says, mostly to Flint. If he can see the lack of arms on their ship, they'll surely see him get out his sending crystal to make a reply. And what innocent little ship from Val Chevin would stock its crew with crystals? "Easy enough to play the lamb and leave the teeth to come out later."
And that ship is still getting closer. Darras scratches at his cheek, thoughtful. "I'm ready to lie," he offers, cheerfully.
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She positions herself carefully, balancing and unhooking her staff while keeping her eyes on Flint and Darras. Maybe this gambit plays out no problem, or maybe she has to set fire to that ship. It's hard to say.
"None of their men on deck have weapons out," Derrica murmurs into the crystal. "None that I can see, anyway."
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When they're out on the quarterdeck, he watches Yseult as she picks her path off toward the stern, keeps his eyes on her until she's out of sight. Then he turns his attention back to Flint, to wait for next orders.
Derrica's message is easily corroborated from their position as well, as the other ship closes the gap, near enough to make out small details and getting nearer all the while. "Good for us if it's true," Darras says, mostly to Flint. If he can see the lack of arms on their ship, they'll surely see him get out his sending crystal to make a reply. And what innocent little ship from Val Chevin would stock its crew with crystals? "Easy enough to play the lamb and leave the teeth to come out later."
And that ship is still getting closer. Darras scratches at his cheek, thoughtful. "I'm ready to lie," he offers, cheerfully.