#achromic-viper

@achromic-viper

To foster the new alliance between Reim and the Seven Seas Alliance, Muu was sent to Sindria to be part of political discussions before the summit.

Though he didn’t get seasick, the half-fanalis wasn’t the biggest fan of sailing, and was glad when his ship came into port.

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Esra sighed as she looked over the ship’s railing, seeing Sindria start to appear on the horizon.

“Finally, can’t wait to get home and eat Mother’s cooking,” she said as she stretched, grabbing her sword and hooking its sheath onto her belt.

“I hope they don’t get too mad at me for going and capturing a dungeon,” she said to her advisor with a smile.

Salím sighed, “Your mother isn’t going to be happy, I don’t like your djinn much, Princess. He has a personality identical to a point to Focalor.”

“Wow.....that dork really did become a king! That’s amazing!” Martha beamed, hanging off the rigging of her ship, Calypo’s Revenge. She hadn’t seen Sinbad for.....god it had been years! Over a decade! The pirate couldn’t wait to see her old friend...though she wasn’t sure how to go about it. 

A direct approach would probably be best...but she was hit by a sudden wave of uncertainty. Sinbad....probably would have changed so much...and she hadnt really changed at all. She was the captain of her own crew now...but she was still a pirate through and through.

“Something on your mind, captain?” Her cook had come over to see what was bothering her so much, putting an arm around her waist when she hopped down from the rigging.

“God...why is it so cold...this place is supposed t’ be tropical....” Aya couldn’t stand the cold, she really didn’t do well in that kind of climate. It was a particularly chilly night in the palace, making her too uncomfortable to relax or even sleep so she decided to take a walk to get her mind off the pain radiating through her entire body.

Moving at all was difficult with how all her body wanted to do was sleep. In other years other slaves would have helped keep her warm, or her owner would have done so since she could die if she got too cold. All of her scars were aching horribly due to the cold as well, the lashes to her back and the brand on her hip were giving her the worst trouble. 

She didn’t expect anyone else to be awake since it was almost three in the morning, yet there were footsteps other than her own coming down the hall. It was a tense few seconds before the source fully came into view.

Looking up she saw it was just Ja’far so she relaxed. Though she still kept one arm resting across her abdomen, palm pressed against the old and aching brand. “I didn't think anyone else would be awake right now...couldnt sleep?”

      “... you’re overworking yourself again.”

      The words were spoken with a noticeable amount of concern from behind the smaller male. The KING of SINDRIA had a bit of a frown on his lips, as he watched the other work. He’d been standing there for some time. . . so the fact that the other hadn’t noticed him? Was a little worrisome. How long had Ja’far confined himself to his table? “You must be barely conscious to have not noticed me sneak up on you. You need to rest.”

Esra couldn’t help humming to herself as she walked through the halls of Sindria’s palace. Her and Badr hadn’t been back for very long, and being alive again certainly required some adjusting. Though now she had the desire to be a mom again just like she was before, even though her son was now an adult man.

Why did Sinbad even ask her to do this? Why her?

The shifter sulked slightly as she walked down a corridor, clutching a scroll as she looked around, tugging at her bangs with one hand as she walked.

The king had simply told her to take the scroll to his vizier; giving her a vague description of a man shorter than himself with white hair, freckles and an odd looking green hat before sending her on her way with a wave and a grin. She kept repeating this description to herself over and over again as she attempted to locate the man.

She had only seen the generals from afar since she started wandering the palace grounds, though she was always too nervous to actually get within thirty to forty feet of any of them. Her mind only seemed to come up with worst case scenarios whenever she even considered talking to them so she resigned to just staying away, till now that was. The while haired man was one of the ones that intimidated her the least, at least since he wouldn’t tower over her like some of the others so that helped if only somewhat. 

It took her a while to find Jafar, simply because of the size of the palace. When she did spot the man she lingered a distance away….he seemed busy talking to people, probably other servants. Maybe she should just wait till he was finished….her internal dilemma kept her rooted in place about twenty feet from Jafar while she waited for him to finish his conversation. 

Ayana had kept herself rather isolated from...well really everyone other than Sinbad. So this was her first time even being this close to one of the generals, and on top of that despite having been there for almost two months now she still felt like a stranger in the palace since not many people knew who she was or knew really anything about her. 

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“I did name him,” Esra said, petting his nose softly, “His name is Mukhalas, it means loyal.”

Salím walked up, apparently having heard the conversation, “Miss Esra, would you like me to take Mukhalas to the stables?”

Esra nodded and handed him the lead, watching as Salím walked the horse to the stables.