He'd sounded flippant, playful when he'd promised not to drop her in. The sort of thing anyone would say, often just before dropping a person to great comical effect. His insistence that a promise from his was kept though.. That felt like one of those things people said off-hand without realizing they were revealing more of themselves than perhaps they'd meant to. Trust was not a concept that came easily to Nivasi, certainly not towards someone she'd just met. All the same, she felt that if Alaric told her something, she would believe him. She would trust. And she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that. The immediate feelings were positive ones of course, but it ran so contrary to what she knew that she wondered if she could trust her own intuition. When all you had was yourself to not be able to trust your intuition was not good. The only highlight was that even if it threw her off for awhile, habit had her thinking before acting anyway, so there would be no great change there.
Her viewpoint as the barrel started rising was limited, but the bit she caught when he leaned over to pull the barrel the rest of the way onto the pier..
He is.. that was.. yes. Faldrun burn it.
One good thing about chilly water and a darker complexion, there was none of this blushing nonsense going on. It was one thing to be flustered in the privacy of ones own mind, no one else had to be aware. She'd about recollected herself when he reappeared at the edge of the pier, all windblown and with a hint of mischief in his eyes.
If this is an Immortal mucking about in human form so help me I will punch him in the nose.
She knew it wasn't of course. Well. She didn't know. You never knew with Immortals. But the odds were quite low, and she was fairly certain they were normally more interested in Princesses and.. and.. Hm. Mostly princesses actually. Famous warriors maybe. The best whatevers in the land. Not fishmongers. She was quite sure about that. But she often amused herself out on the water with the old chants and songs. Rynmere had the Seven sure, but that was for those who lived on land. Besides, she'd heard tales about some of their offspring who'd inherited their titles and power. Didn't seem all that much better than the Immortals, and with a lot less ability to actually justify their importance. In any case, she had a soft spot for such tales, and made up her own in the safety of her own mind more than she would want anyone to know.
She reached for the rope, slipping her foot in and making sure she had a good grip on it, before giving him a nod. As he raised her she answered, trying to temper the pride in her voice. She knew when others saw the Bravi'os, it was not nearly as grandiose as what she saw when she looked at it.
"Yes, newly so. He's"
Ships were supposed to be female, but the Bravi'os was male. People could argue with her about this, they would be wrong. Not that she would care. They had no real meaningful relationship with the ship, it didn't matter if they understood. It didn't matter if they couldn't feel the personality of her ship, she could, and this was all that mattered, since she was the one who had to coax the best out of him, who might have to sail him through a storm.
"small, only a Sloop, but he is mine."
Home, livelihood, the only thing of note she had, what she was pinning her hopes and ambitions for the future on. It was true that she might one day get a bigger ship, arcs from now, but it all hinged on what she and Bravi'os could do.
He'd pulled her up to the edge by now, and palms on the edge she pushed herself up, got a knee on the edge and was up in a moment. Soaking wet, but this was fine, she would dry, and it wasn't like these clothes had not been salt stained to start with.
"If you truly do not mind, I would appreciate it, though hauling barrels about is not much of a day off! Still, I'd as rather not have to go bobbing for barrels again, more than a touch of Cylus left in the water. And I would be pleased to show you Bravi'os."
Eyes flashed a bit of gold at that. She'd not had anyone to show her ship to. When she'd gotten it, when she'd stepped onto the decks for the first time, she'd wished her parents were there to see. A Biqajs first boat was important. From a human, she would have read his request to see her ship as a thinly veiled invitation into her bed, but this was another Biqaj, and one who might share a bit of her passion for ships. At least if the honesty in his
'never come back'
was anything to go by. This was a sentiment Nivasi could understand. Honestly if she could have lived off of seawater and fish alone, and if the Bravi'os was a little bit sturdier and more suited to open waters..
The Bravi'os was not moored that far away, hidden from view currently by only one traders cog. It was in good shape, very nearly new, it's wooden sides unpainted yet and its sails still fresh and whole, never having needed to be mended.