○ Common ○ Rakahi ○
The woman watched Wendell cast and cast again, scrunching her gaze at the odd way his wrist flicked the line out until he managed a fairly decent throw. Though, even after he’d satisfied her attention with the cast, she still watched him— watched the way his hair moved in the breeze, the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly, the flick of his eyes as they moved over the water. His collarbone and shoulders as he adjusted the rod, biceps and forearms flexing ever so slightly. The way his torso pushed his chest and stomach out when he breathed, defining the small lines of a built body against a shirt a size too big for him.
Her eyes traveled lower, trying to study another outline and trying to guess how impressive he might be with a flirtatious smile on her lips as her eyes traveled back up to his expression. Though Haraji’s features caught her attention and Freya realized that he’d been watching her check Wendell out from afar. He did nothing more than shake his head, causing Freya to straighten as he went back to his duties maintaining the ship.
Should she say something to him? No… Freya could easily brush it off on the drugs having influenced her mind. There was nothing to discuss… Slowly relaxing against the rail once more, Freya watched the water with unfocused eyes until such pleasant lightness eased her lids to close. How long had it been when the sound of Wendell’s cursing sprung the woman awake with a racing heart? Even as she looked around, though, everything was brighter. The colors looked too vibrant and somehow the moved like the waves of the ocean did. Freya stumbled back and sucked in a breath, her eyes jetting to the man and his massive form, holding onto the rod as tension drew on the line. But how was the line tense when it waved loosely against the sky?
“Oh?!” Gripping the rail, Freya leaned herself gracelessly against it and watched as Wendell pulled too tightly on the line. The fish sprung up from the water with a jerk of its tail before fighting back down into the dark depths.
“Hahah! That’s a gem!” The woman laughed and dipped her head, the Scorra fish looking like a moving crystal of blue rainbows under her eyes.
“We caught a moving gem.”
When she looked back at him, his smile was radiant enough to keep her staring oddly until his masculine voice beckoned her to fetch a net.
“Yes,” She agreed lightly,
“Net.” And yet, she stayed fixed there. The sound of the fish coming closer to the ship turned her eyes away from him to the water, suddenly realizing the task requested of her.
“Oh! Net!” Scrambling away from the rail, Freya let out a noise in her haste and slipped on the deck, landing on her hands and knees before pushing herself up to fetch the hemp net and a hook to pull it up with. Unsteady, she found the netting moments later, though coming up with no hook until Haraji held it out for her.
“You high yet?” His straight face asked outright.
“We caught a gem!”
“Yep.” The man followed her back over to their crew member, helping to ready the net before Freya cast it out. It flopping onto the waves right next to the Scorra fish.
“Pull gem in net! Pull!” Excited hands patted Wendell’s arm, pulling him closer to her as if that would aid him in dragging the fish along. In time, the fish managed to get caught in the net and, with little thought, Freya lifted the line with the hook attached to it, thus the net, with all the strength she could muster. As the netting was pulled from the water, Freya reached out a little too far to hoist it the rest of the way up and nearly fell over the rail.
“Woah!” Haraji exclaimed, grabbing a hold of her legs,
“Freya, what the sarding fates?!”
Once she was pulled up, she dragged the rest of the netting and the fish over the rail with her and allowed it to flop on the deck, water dripping every. The biqaj laughed outright and stumbled back, a hand pushed into her hair as she bent over and looked at the fish Wendell caught.
“How Companion catch gem?!” Her odd laughter danced from her as she approached him and pointed to his catch, leaning against his arm.
“Companion holding out from crew. I knew!”
“You both are high.” Haraji bent down to remove the netting while Freya sank to her knees over the fish to look at it.
“Oh, shit. It’s a fish.” Throwing her head back, another bellow came from her before it eased into a light groan and she reached for the dagger she carried. With clumsy effort, she cracked the hilt over the Scorra’s head several times.
When Haraji bent down to get it, Freya held a hand up to him.
“No, I teach Companion.”
“You sure that’s a good idea?”
“Yes!” Rather rudely, Freya waved him off and curled a finger at the man who caught the ‘gem’, beckoning him to her. When he sat down, she would start to wave the dagger around, making small jabs in the air, direct at the fish’s cavity.
“Companion cut here to here.” Again, she gestured toward making a cut from the middle section of the fish, down to just before it’s tail and ‘other bits’.
“No cut more. No cut deep.” Handing the blade to him, Freya crawled around the fish with a goofy grin and leaned over his shoulder to watch him cut the fish. Her hair brushed against his skin and when he would look at her, dilated eyes would look back with a relaxed smile on her lips.
When he would start to cut, she’d watch, his hand steadier than her’s it seemed until he’d done what she instructed and paused for her guidance. Freya leaned against him, her arm coming to rest over his as she guided the blade with his hand.
“This is the pouch with the eggs.” She told in Rakahi,
“Cut here,” The blade pierced into wet tissue,
“And pull gently.” Guiding his hand till she couldn’t reach anymore, Freya dropped it back to the deck and watched as teal colored eggs spilled from the cavity of the fish.
Sighing blissfully, Freya bent her arms till her body laid upon the deck and she rolled over to look at the sky.
“Good job, Companion.” She smiled,
“Feel proud. Good fish.”
All the while, Freya hadn’t noticed that she reopened her wound. Silver slowly bled into the cream colored tunic she wore. To a sober mind, it would appear as though she was bleeding, but the effects of the Scorra eggs would make it seem as though and shirt and arm might slowly be turning into gemstone, glittering and refracting light in sparkling color.
Off Topic
Hey there, so Wendell might notice Freya reopened her wound since he didn't have handfuls of the Scorra Eggs like she did, but that's up to you!
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