A Fae, A Faun and a Human

[FennWenn]

Eventually, the fae was gently (yet insistently) dragged away from his infinite snacking in order to tour the ship itself. Exploration, food, bath… it was all very nice, but something slow not-adding-up here. Why all this, if someone didn’t want something from him? For the most part, Veridian led the way, limping and proud. Mav trailed behind. She was a strongly striding reminder that sticky-fingered stealing from this sensuous ship was a stupidly shitty idea.

And boy, there was a lot to ste- er, see.

There was an officer’s mess, and also rooms for the officers to sleep in — Mav included. Fenn was not invited directly into these rooms. There was an infirmary too; Daugi, nails click-clacking on the floor alongside her little fae-pup, wuffed in approval at the faintest scent of blood. Many rooms were just store rooms with items in crates, and sailor-people-sleeping rooms with bunk beds as their most prominent feature.

The map room was probably his favorite part of the tour. Technically, it was called the “Officer’s Meet”, but fuck if he was going to call a room with a table covered in tan papery sea charts anything other than “map room”.

Later, they passed very hurriedly by a gilded hallway of ten polished doors. Briefly, Fenn got a peek in one of the rooms before Veridian nudged him onward. Silky beds, ornate furniture. Very comfy. Curious noises came a room that the fae was urged past particularly quickly.

Funny thing was, Fenn had been faintly aware of human copulation as a thing that happened since he was fifteenish years old and accidentally walked in on two of his older thieves’ gang friends having at it in Forstford. His interest in the practice was… minimal. Odd things normally aroused his curiosity, but uh, it just seemed a little too squishy-weird for him. Still, he shot Veridian a pointed look as they passed that gilded room, as if to say that he wasn’t a total idiot.

Finally, they were out on the big deck again. It was pretty late out; the sun was melting into the great sea, tinging the sky orange and the sea red. Daugi happily lolled her tongue out into the salty breeze. As Fenn took a curious peek over the edge of the boat — and nearly threw up into the churning waters below — Veridian hobbled towards the ramp-thing that led to the pier beside them. There he sat with his tail tucked over his feet, as if waiting for someone.

Probably purple-hair-busty-faun-lady Phi, Fenn figured as he lost his lunch for real. Stupid boats.