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Crossing the Rubeh-Con, Part One
Sep. 1st, 2015 09:26 pmCrossing The Rubeh-Con
Leaving the docks of Amber was merely a trifle. After waiting their turn to clear their berth, the Dipsy-Daisy soon able to unfurl its triangular sails and catch some wind. The larger vessels nearby did not pose a hinderance as the weather was favorable and willing to share wind-power. The caraval was certainly zippy as well. Ruby showed where one could store their things in cubbyhole or hold and allowed passengers to diplomatically determine who would get one or both of the dark and empty cabins with their strung-up hammocks. Not even wearing a tri-corn hat and looking clean and tightly dressed in clothes suitable for inclement weather, Ruby steered the vessel and shouted orders to the two hired hands that were helping with the rigging. It did not take long to enter Minosian waters, steering clear of the Rebma triangle. Winds have steadily increased, as have darker clouds and the odd squawl.
The wind howls around them and the spray of salt water adds a tangy taste to the air. Autumn is on the deck and dressed in wool pants and boots. Her torso bundled up in a wool coat that is favored by Pathi sailors. Today her tresses are covered with shawl of wool and her hands are covered with kid gloves. She breathes in deeply. The storm is raging but around her there is a pool of calm. "She is not happy that one, I think she is having her version of a tantrum. Then again she was shattered and brought back by another, the goddess is not pleased. From my understaning she has some issues."
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Leaving the docks of Amber was merely a trifle. After waiting their turn to clear their berth, the Dipsy-Daisy soon able to unfurl its triangular sails and catch some wind. The larger vessels nearby did not pose a hinderance as the weather was favorable and willing to share wind-power. The caraval was certainly zippy as well. Ruby showed where one could store their things in cubbyhole or hold and allowed passengers to diplomatically determine who would get one or both of the dark and empty cabins with their strung-up hammocks. Not even wearing a tri-corn hat and looking clean and tightly dressed in clothes suitable for inclement weather, Ruby steered the vessel and shouted orders to the two hired hands that were helping with the rigging. It did not take long to enter Minosian waters, steering clear of the Rebma triangle. Winds have steadily increased, as have darker clouds and the odd squawl.
The wind howls around them and the spray of salt water adds a tangy taste to the air. Autumn is on the deck and dressed in wool pants and boots. Her torso bundled up in a wool coat that is favored by Pathi sailors. Today her tresses are covered with shawl of wool and her hands are covered with kid gloves. She breathes in deeply. The storm is raging but around her there is a pool of calm. "She is not happy that one, I think she is having her version of a tantrum. Then again she was shattered and brought back by another, the goddess is not pleased. From my understaning she has some issues."
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