video, un: hexadin

[halforc]

Hi, ah.

[ Awkward fingergun for you, network. ]

Quick question, the reason for it will sound obvious given recent events. [ ie: that giantass flood that ruined everyone's homes. ] Does anybody here own any of the ships docked in the port about a ten minute walk above the Crystal Beach? Specifically, the large galleon. I know a few are owned by companies and the other dock is strictly for Lunar Knights, but I'm looking to make a purchase or strike a deal for that ship in particular.

I'm Fjord. Thanks ... for your time.

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[speakerstone]

[She shoots Fjord one last fingergun for the road before signing off and getting to work, shuffling into a backpack to assemble their picnic.

Going out during Sanguis is still a bit uncomfortable for someone who's lived their life trying to not draw attention to herself. Her senses heightened and her new body parts bright and striking, she feels like a fish out of water in a crowd full of Prismals with shiny, flamboyant scales and feathers. Still, shop she does, showing up to the pier a few minutes after Fjord in a sleeveless black top and white floral culottes, waving from a distance.]

Hey! You made it.

[She hoists her backpack off her feathered shoulders and crouches down to rustle through it, curiously eyeing his armor.]

Dooooo you think our captain is going to duel you for his boat, or...

[halforc]

[ In person there are a few scales down Fjord's neck which the video kept hidden, the rest of his Wildemount gear doing a good job at concealing the rest on his skin. His smile quirks at the sight of feathery!Sypha and he straightens politely, a moment's confusion passing as he glances down at himself. ]

Ah, yes ... [ He looks a little sheepish as he leads the way to the edge of a jetty that afford a clear view of the galleon a short distance away. ] These are my clothes from home, I fell out of the habit of wearing them in Lunatia but ever since the flood ...

[ Fjord spreads the blanket with a flick, taking a knee and offering Sypha a gentlemanly hand down. ]

I suppose I'm worried we'll be hit with another emergency out of nowhere.

[speakerstone]

...maybe so. What happened to you was terrible, but you shouldn't have to live in fear of the next one creeping up on you.

[A sailor and a soldier, then. A strange combination. It isn't often she sees seamen wearing heavy, sinking-prone armor out on the open ocean. Still, silly as it may seem to be out on a not-date looking ready for combat, she feels his concern as if it was her own, her features softening.]

Take a break. Have a picnic with me. And if anything does have the poor taste to attack our dinner, I can set them on fire with just a look.

[She takes his hand into her own, absolutely freezing one, settling down onto the blanket and starting to unpack and unwrap her bounty. Banh mi, some assorted fruit cups, a big, perpetually chilled bottle of lemonade. A toblerone, for some reason. She's not going to spare any expense or opportunity to help someone in need of some kindness.]

[halforc]

It's not fear for me, I'm unable to protect my ... friends, as well, if I'm in a simple shirt.

[ He winces as her freezing hand slips into his and sits up straighter, bringing his other hand over to rub hers as she unpacks the food with a free one. ]

Are you sure you don't need my cloak?

[ He'll happily part with it! ]