60 Ashan 720
It was her first class outside of the university, a "field trip" that began on the green sands of Scalvoris Town where Professor Carter stood before a small group of students and spoke confidently:
"Some of you may have grown up on this island, but for those of you who haven't," he pushed upon his spectacles, motioning behind him where the ocean waited. Floating in its waters was a small ship which Yeva later learned was called a ketch, a common sight around coast, "Almund is a town of historical significance, but that history has not always been a peaceful one. While we are there, I want you to keep your wits about you and stay together. Remember that we are going with a purpose and the trip will be somewhat lengthy. We should arrive sometime before dusk, which will suit our needs well."
In the water where the anchored boat waited, a man dressed in black dropped into the sea and began to swam inland. Professor Carter continued to speak, but she caught herself glancing back at the sailor. She watched him beneath the surface and re-emerge closer, rising when it was shallow enough to stand and trudged upon the shore. With hair as black as pitch and ears that protruded sharply like horns, the swirling eyes of the Biqaj eyed them up and down while stationing himself beside the professor. The water clung to him, as well as his clothes. He stood with a broad and arrogant stance, bare feet planted firmly, inviting all to remember his face.
That, however, wasn't the most... memorable detail. Where his clothes stuck to his skin, Yeva could see the outline of his form; the lithe strength of a sailor's body and the impressive manhood outlined between his legs. Her eyes snapped upwards to find vibrant eyes that knew. He was grinning, one of his incisors made of black metal and Yeva felt an elbow nudge against her ribs.
Her classmate glanced over, "Say your name."
Everyone watched her expectantly; even Dr. Carter who has crossed his arms in expectation. She felt her face flame, "Y-Yeva,"
The introductions continued and she had to look away, wondering if everyone else had noticed where her attention lingered. The Biqaj was still smiling.
"The University has arranged for us to have an escort, which will allow us to expedite our travels by trials. Mr. Ash here has been courteous enough to give us passage along the coast. While we are on the water, I want you all to listen to his charge and listen well, for your own safety.... Is there anything else you'd like to add before we go?"
The Biqaj's voice was smooth and deep, a cool drink on a spring day, "Name's Caelin; Caelin Ash," he scanned the group, "Let's hope you land lovers can swim."
'Swim?'
Yeva looked up, hand raising, "I'm sorry? I thought we were sailing?"
Caelin snorted, "And how'd ya think that's gonna happen, love?"
Professor Carter clarified with more understanding, "What Mr. Ash means, is that the waters are too shallow to bring the ship any closer or else it risks getting marooned. As such, the group will go out as far as we can, where we will assist those who may need help in the water. There is no need to fret."
The words were supposed to be comforting, but when only two of six students raised their hands, Caelin prowled behind her, "Well, Miss Yeva," he leaned forward as the others began tugging off boots and bags, hands drawing her cloak from her arms. The medic didn't know what to say. She could hear the smile in his voice when he looked down at the white blouse that covered her breasts, "Are you ready to get wet?"
"Some of you may have grown up on this island, but for those of you who haven't," he pushed upon his spectacles, motioning behind him where the ocean waited. Floating in its waters was a small ship which Yeva later learned was called a ketch, a common sight around coast, "Almund is a town of historical significance, but that history has not always been a peaceful one. While we are there, I want you to keep your wits about you and stay together. Remember that we are going with a purpose and the trip will be somewhat lengthy. We should arrive sometime before dusk, which will suit our needs well."
In the water where the anchored boat waited, a man dressed in black dropped into the sea and began to swam inland. Professor Carter continued to speak, but she caught herself glancing back at the sailor. She watched him beneath the surface and re-emerge closer, rising when it was shallow enough to stand and trudged upon the shore. With hair as black as pitch and ears that protruded sharply like horns, the swirling eyes of the Biqaj eyed them up and down while stationing himself beside the professor. The water clung to him, as well as his clothes. He stood with a broad and arrogant stance, bare feet planted firmly, inviting all to remember his face.
That, however, wasn't the most... memorable detail. Where his clothes stuck to his skin, Yeva could see the outline of his form; the lithe strength of a sailor's body and the impressive manhood outlined between his legs. Her eyes snapped upwards to find vibrant eyes that knew. He was grinning, one of his incisors made of black metal and Yeva felt an elbow nudge against her ribs.
Her classmate glanced over, "Say your name."
Everyone watched her expectantly; even Dr. Carter who has crossed his arms in expectation. She felt her face flame, "Y-Yeva,"
The introductions continued and she had to look away, wondering if everyone else had noticed where her attention lingered. The Biqaj was still smiling.
"The University has arranged for us to have an escort, which will allow us to expedite our travels by trials. Mr. Ash here has been courteous enough to give us passage along the coast. While we are on the water, I want you all to listen to his charge and listen well, for your own safety.... Is there anything else you'd like to add before we go?"
The Biqaj's voice was smooth and deep, a cool drink on a spring day, "Name's Caelin; Caelin Ash," he scanned the group, "Let's hope you land lovers can swim."
'Swim?'
Yeva looked up, hand raising, "I'm sorry? I thought we were sailing?"
Caelin snorted, "And how'd ya think that's gonna happen, love?"
Professor Carter clarified with more understanding, "What Mr. Ash means, is that the waters are too shallow to bring the ship any closer or else it risks getting marooned. As such, the group will go out as far as we can, where we will assist those who may need help in the water. There is no need to fret."
The words were supposed to be comforting, but when only two of six students raised their hands, Caelin prowled behind her, "Well, Miss Yeva," he leaned forward as the others began tugging off boots and bags, hands drawing her cloak from her arms. The medic didn't know what to say. She could hear the smile in his voice when he looked down at the white blouse that covered her breasts, "Are you ready to get wet?"
