Post by Medivha on Oct 16, 2017 22:57:09 GMT
By personal invitation to Levi Küper & Caitlin Cockfoster
The incessant tapping of her heel was a dead give away to the brunettes impatience, but surely she was not the only one to feel this way in recent days. Many people had been gathering to the docks to greet old loved ones, navy crew or traders as they finally sailed back into port. Vieka was no exception to this, possibly feeling just as agitated as they waited if not more so. Her only saving grace was that her uncle was porting in the shabbier area of the docks, away from the main throng of people so that she did not have to deal with their racket or cries of relief or pain. She was in no mood to deal with the moronic masses today (not that she was any day), she needed to make sure that old goat was still alive.
Sure enough, slowly, a rickety small thing appeared on the horizon, the thick smog from it's chimney rising up to the air as it drew closer, and Vieka could recognise it's worn shabby appearance even with her terrible eyesight at distance. Nothing was like that ship of his. Her tapping turned to pacing, her steps echoing along the eaten wooden excuse for a dock as she waiting for the ship to draw closer. She was not one prone to impulses but the very strong desire to just spread her wings and fly out there was real. Thankfully, she had worn more practical clothing today, an outfit that really did not allow easy access to her wings which helped control those urges a little more. She really did not fancy destroying another one of her tops letting the firey appendages out again.
Just when she thought that the blasted boat was close enough for her to simply jump the last distance however.... a horrific creaking sound echoed in the air and the fishing boat came to a grinding halt. A grey haired old man appeared on deck, making an exaggerated shrugging motion to signify that it wouldn't run anymore.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Vieka snapped, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation. What the hell was she going to do now?
The incessant tapping of her heel was a dead give away to the brunettes impatience, but surely she was not the only one to feel this way in recent days. Many people had been gathering to the docks to greet old loved ones, navy crew or traders as they finally sailed back into port. Vieka was no exception to this, possibly feeling just as agitated as they waited if not more so. Her only saving grace was that her uncle was porting in the shabbier area of the docks, away from the main throng of people so that she did not have to deal with their racket or cries of relief or pain. She was in no mood to deal with the moronic masses today (not that she was any day), she needed to make sure that old goat was still alive.
Sure enough, slowly, a rickety small thing appeared on the horizon, the thick smog from it's chimney rising up to the air as it drew closer, and Vieka could recognise it's worn shabby appearance even with her terrible eyesight at distance. Nothing was like that ship of his. Her tapping turned to pacing, her steps echoing along the eaten wooden excuse for a dock as she waiting for the ship to draw closer. She was not one prone to impulses but the very strong desire to just spread her wings and fly out there was real. Thankfully, she had worn more practical clothing today, an outfit that really did not allow easy access to her wings which helped control those urges a little more. She really did not fancy destroying another one of her tops letting the firey appendages out again.
Just when she thought that the blasted boat was close enough for her to simply jump the last distance however.... a horrific creaking sound echoed in the air and the fishing boat came to a grinding halt. A grey haired old man appeared on deck, making an exaggerated shrugging motion to signify that it wouldn't run anymore.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Vieka snapped, throwing her arms up in the air in exasperation. What the hell was she going to do now?