water laps at salt-sprayed leather, asha’s high boots cleaving the small waves upon the coastline as a prow cleaves ocean currents. there is stark contrast between she & her companion -- wylla weaves through the water almost fishlike -- or as much as one could be with two legs. bare feet send glittering droplets into the air with her every step. wylla is vibrant, saturated with the color & humor that bubbles within until it overflows in the form of bright laughter. but asha is straight of spine, clad in dark leather & wool, her preferred weapon gleaming at her hip. & her laughter is held within, humor glittering subtly in her eyes as they watch wylla slip through the water she so adores.
❝ a ship can never be a cage to the one who commands her. ❞ she replies, a brow lifting. the shadow of a smile curls the corner of her mouth slightly skyward, & her tone softens slightly. none here besides wylla enjoyed her presence -- the kraken was an unwelcome banner in the north. & for as little as she cared what the greenlanders thought of her & her crew, too long spent in the presence of those who mistrusted & disliked you upon sight weighed heavy, even on solid iron bones. gaze is drawn to where the black wind sat adock, ready to return to the open sea the moment she desired. ❝ & ships don’t just disappear when we lose sight of them over the horizon ; they are simply somewhere else. somewhere new. ❞ she cocks her head then, giving wylla a look that is equal parts mischief & curiosity. just how much would she dare ??? ❝ perhaps i can show you. ❞
▌✧*:･ﾟ continued | @mandaerly
