Sel'ma saw no reason to speak. The naer could babble all she wanted; the sevir wasn't going to fraternize.
She kept paddling; over and over again she pushed the paddle down into the water and pulled it towards her, in the hopes that her efforts would make this journey faster. Silently she watched the naer's flawless skin and dark hair and thought of how the beauty seemed to be nothing else than an appealing body, but the soul that inhabited it seemed flawed, sick and rotten. She wasn't able to see Linika's aura, as she wasn't at that high spiritual level yet, but she bet that if she had been able to see it, the aura would be a disgusting reddish brown, like dried blood, likely with unpleasant black specks.
They continued. Just like Linika she listened to Be'rine as the child told them what she knew about sailing. She heard the girl say that since they were still so close to shore, there were still many things they needed to maneuver around, otherwise they would find a good breeze, catch it fully and ride it without any need to change tacks so often. And just like Linika, Selma too began to understand that the slip spar allowed the sail to orient to left and right, to better catch the breezes as they fluctuated headings.
Sel'ma memorized the knowledge, as it could be good to know. She also memorized what Berine said about tacking in general. It was about making forward progress into the face of the wind, and at direct odds to it. Unlike Linika Sel'ma didnt' find this hard to grasp, as she with her spiritual mindset was used to deal with things not always being obvious.
Still listening to Be'rine as the child described the sliding sail as "billowing", to get a stronger wind, Sel'ma memorized this too and added it to her budding knowledge about sailing. She learnt how the sail pivoted as well, allowing the sail a great deal of versatility in achieving positions to best grab the shifting breezes. And glancing behind her to see what was happening in practice, she observed Jao'vier and noticed the timing of the pulling, hooking and releasing of the lines. She did her best to memorize it all.
Little Be'rine obliged and promised she would look for the ship. But Sel'ma ignored Linika when the naer suggested that one of them would focus past her and watch for her ship instead. There was really no reason for herself to not keep her gaze glued to Linika. She had been told to be ready if they had to kill the naer if it became necessary. So she was going to be ready. As far as she was concerned Jao'vier was the one in command and the one she cooperated with, not the kidnapper naer. Sel'ma's task was to paddle, be ready to grab a harpoon and do her job. Not to be a ship spotter assistant.
"I look at the horizon and I see no ship" said Jaovier. "Behind you, there's nothing bar empty sea. Your ship isn't there, little naer. But we are here, and as you said, we're watching you."
Sel'ma could have testified of how true this was. But for now she saved her lacking common for better times.
Behind her Jao'vier started to sing, and it seemed to be a well known song to litte Be'rine, because the child joined in at once like she had done this many times before. It wasn't a song Sel'ma had heard before, but she supposed it must be a fishing song, the kind of song people used to sing when they were working. She didn't know the words, if it even were words, she wasn't sure. It wasn't in xanthea. Perhaps Jao'vier had learnt foreign songs on journeys to other places. But she was aware that the man's familiar had been called forth. She didn't rule it out that there was more to the tune than met the ear.
Sel'ma didn't understand a word there, but she didn't care. She joined in too and started to sing along, as she wanted to be in the team. It wasn't so hard, as she mainly just needed to follow the tune and make the same sounds as the others. Her somewhat raspy alto voice blended in nicely with the deeper tones of Jao'vier and Be'rines light, sweet young voice as they sang to their hearts content and the outrigger sailed on at good speed.
She kept paddling; over and over again she pushed the paddle down into the water and pulled it towards her, in the hopes that her efforts would make this journey faster. Silently she watched the naer's flawless skin and dark hair and thought of how the beauty seemed to be nothing else than an appealing body, but the soul that inhabited it seemed flawed, sick and rotten. She wasn't able to see Linika's aura, as she wasn't at that high spiritual level yet, but she bet that if she had been able to see it, the aura would be a disgusting reddish brown, like dried blood, likely with unpleasant black specks.
They continued. Just like Linika she listened to Be'rine as the child told them what she knew about sailing. She heard the girl say that since they were still so close to shore, there were still many things they needed to maneuver around, otherwise they would find a good breeze, catch it fully and ride it without any need to change tacks so often. And just like Linika, Selma too began to understand that the slip spar allowed the sail to orient to left and right, to better catch the breezes as they fluctuated headings.
Sel'ma memorized the knowledge, as it could be good to know. She also memorized what Berine said about tacking in general. It was about making forward progress into the face of the wind, and at direct odds to it. Unlike Linika Sel'ma didnt' find this hard to grasp, as she with her spiritual mindset was used to deal with things not always being obvious.
Still listening to Be'rine as the child described the sliding sail as "billowing", to get a stronger wind, Sel'ma memorized this too and added it to her budding knowledge about sailing. She learnt how the sail pivoted as well, allowing the sail a great deal of versatility in achieving positions to best grab the shifting breezes. And glancing behind her to see what was happening in practice, she observed Jao'vier and noticed the timing of the pulling, hooking and releasing of the lines. She did her best to memorize it all.
Little Be'rine obliged and promised she would look for the ship. But Sel'ma ignored Linika when the naer suggested that one of them would focus past her and watch for her ship instead. There was really no reason for herself to not keep her gaze glued to Linika. She had been told to be ready if they had to kill the naer if it became necessary. So she was going to be ready. As far as she was concerned Jao'vier was the one in command and the one she cooperated with, not the kidnapper naer. Sel'ma's task was to paddle, be ready to grab a harpoon and do her job. Not to be a ship spotter assistant.
"I look at the horizon and I see no ship" said Jaovier. "Behind you, there's nothing bar empty sea. Your ship isn't there, little naer. But we are here, and as you said, we're watching you."
Sel'ma could have testified of how true this was. But for now she saved her lacking common for better times.
Behind her Jao'vier started to sing, and it seemed to be a well known song to litte Be'rine, because the child joined in at once like she had done this many times before. It wasn't a song Sel'ma had heard before, but she supposed it must be a fishing song, the kind of song people used to sing when they were working. She didn't know the words, if it even were words, she wasn't sure. It wasn't in xanthea. Perhaps Jao'vier had learnt foreign songs on journeys to other places. But she was aware that the man's familiar had been called forth. She didn't rule it out that there was more to the tune than met the ear.
Sel'ma didn't understand a word there, but she didn't care. She joined in too and started to sing along, as she wanted to be in the team. It wasn't so hard, as she mainly just needed to follow the tune and make the same sounds as the others. Her somewhat raspy alto voice blended in nicely with the deeper tones of Jao'vier and Be'rines light, sweet young voice as they sang to their hearts content and the outrigger sailed on at good speed.
((OOC/Sorry for getting a bit repetitive, but I wanted Sel'ma to learn the sailing basics too))