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    Name
    Alina Espad'rina
    Age
    20
    Race
    Human (Fallieni)
    Gender
    Female
    Location
    Fallien

    The Learning Twist [Closed]

    ((All bunnying approved.))

    Before Alina left her homeland of Fallien, she’d spoken at length with other travellers. They’d told her sailing to Corone would be like riding a great wooden horse across the salt sea.

    They had lied.

    The small Fallieni woman leaned over the ship’s railing and wretched, emptying what little remained of her stomach into the ocean. Even so close to land, the fluid rise and fall of the deck made her insides shift in most unpleasant ways. She clung haplessly to the railing while sailors raced about, pulling on ropes to raise and lower different sails. While their lone passenger fought for survival, they brought the merchant vessel into Radasanth harbor safely.

    Once within the harbor’s protection, the water stayed and so did the ship. Alina heaved a sigh of relief. She stood up and padded barefoot belowdecks, silken clothing whispering. The ship had a whole deck dedicated for use of a stables; the merchant who owned it made a decent profit trading in Fallien’s fabled steeds. Alina meandered down the row of stall until she found the right one and opened it. She clicked her tongue and her horse, Moondancer, clopped out and nuzzled her affectionately with a warm nose.

    Somehow, the horse handled the journey far better than Alina.

    The young woman led the small brown mare up to the top deck and toward the gangplank that had been lowered to the dock. She could not wait to plant her feet on solid ground. She might even lay down on it, just to enjoy the stillness.

    “Miss Espad’rina!” A familiar voice called. A young sailor rushed up carrying a spear and a haversack. “You must not forget your belongings.” The sailor said in Fallieni, flicking his salt-slicked hair out of his eyes.

    “Thank you, Dagon.” Alina replied with a smile. She shouldered the bag and hefted the spear. Its weight felt familiar and comforting in her hand. “It has been nice getting to know you during the weeks of this voyage.” Dagon was the only crew member who spoke Fallieni, and Alina did not understand Tradespeak, so they had had much time to get to know one another.

    “Where will you go?” The Coronian sailor asked with concern in his eyes. “Radasanth is not the friendliest city, especially for a foreign woman alone.”

    “I am not alone,” Alina laughed, patting Moondancer’s flank. “And I already know of the first place I wish to visit. Thanks to you.”

    “Oh?” Dagon laughed, giving Moondancer’s nose a familiar rub. The horse snorted appreciatively.

    Alina nodded, magic dancing in her dark brown eyes, and then spoke two of the Tradespeak words Dagon had taught her during the journey.

    “The… Ci-ta-del.” She said slowly.
    Last edited by Capoeirista; 11-29-2017 at 06:25 AM.

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