[maybe a bit too quickly:] Yeah. [he at least looks embarrassed to justify it, straightening up and clearing his throat.] I mean-- anything's fine. Two, two days, right?
[two days! it almost...? feels like a vacation? there's an apprehension to that sense of eagerness, dictated by past experiences on boats.
...but those experiences involved Lina and such.
...but they did get attacked by a water spirit not even a week ago.
...
yeah. yeah, cabin time.
Zel's hand lingers on Emery's back, less as a lead and more as an anchor while wandering away from the upper deck and into that little cabin. it's honestly not the most enchanting of lodgings, but anywhere small and quiet with Emery feels a million times better than being in the open unknown, exposed to other eyes and expectations.
maybe he's secretly a fourth dragon, what with that itchy need to be reclusive and hoard a treasure. the thought isn't even in the stratosphere of his mind once he's pushed the door closed with his back and slumped slightly against it, eyes on Emery, and the apprehension oscillates back to a fluttery, twitterpated feeling.
beat. blink.]
We didn't even get walked around the vessel. [he frowns. how are they going to know where things are!!
...not the general things. he knows boat layouts. but like...where on this vessel they're to go to grab food or avoid being underfoot from the crew...]
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on 2025-05-26 01:10 am (UTC)[two days! it almost...? feels like a vacation? there's an apprehension to that sense of eagerness, dictated by past experiences on boats.
...but those experiences involved Lina and such.
...but they did get attacked by a water spirit not even a week ago.
...
yeah. yeah, cabin time.
Zel's hand lingers on Emery's back, less as a lead and more as an anchor while wandering away from the upper deck and into that little cabin. it's honestly not the most enchanting of lodgings, but anywhere small and quiet with Emery feels a million times better than being in the open unknown, exposed to other eyes and expectations.
maybe he's secretly a fourth dragon, what with that itchy need to be reclusive and hoard a treasure. the thought isn't even in the stratosphere of his mind once he's pushed the door closed with his back and slumped slightly against it, eyes on Emery, and the apprehension oscillates back to a fluttery, twitterpated feeling.
beat. blink.]
We didn't even get walked around the vessel. [he frowns. how are they going to know where things are!!
...not the general things. he knows boat layouts. but like...where on this vessel they're to go to grab food or avoid being underfoot from the crew...]