Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2023 22:05:42 GMT -5
[ For Odina Ellis ]
The sea was calmer on the second day. Though the boat still rocked, Warren was having an easier time dealing with his queasiness. It was nothing he wanted to get used to but he could deal with it for one more day. On the first night, @berengar had managed to ruin one whole set of clothes and one of his two pairs of boots. Instead of cleaning them, he'd opted for stripping them off and tossing them overboard. For the entirety of the next day, the soldiers on their boat had whispered about nothing else. Warren was just glad that he was too sick himself to pay them any attention.
Despite feeling less than well, he had work to do. He wanted to speak with Odina Ellis about her plans moving forward. While he had been there during the discussion with her and Hadrian Usher, they hadn't had the opportunity to talk about how they would be instilling her as governor. They had to get rid of Isolde first, he knew that much, but the rest would be up to her and Warren to figure out. He wanted to know what she thought was the best way to go about it. Once she was governor, the relationship between Nevermere and Cambria could grow.
"I believe she's out on deck, sir," the soldier he asked told him, and Warren nodded a quick thank you before making his way out. He saw her by the tall banister, looking out over the sea. The sea was the last thing he wanted to look at, but at least he could focus on her, on his work, to keep himself distracted from the nausea.
"Princess Ellis," he said in greeting, walking to the banister as well. He'd give her a proper bow, standing at an appropriate distance. "I'd hoped to speak with you?"
Despite feeling less than well, he had work to do. He wanted to speak with Odina Ellis about her plans moving forward. While he had been there during the discussion with her and Hadrian Usher, they hadn't had the opportunity to talk about how they would be instilling her as governor. They had to get rid of Isolde first, he knew that much, but the rest would be up to her and Warren to figure out. He wanted to know what she thought was the best way to go about it. Once she was governor, the relationship between Nevermere and Cambria could grow.
"I believe she's out on deck, sir," the soldier he asked told him, and Warren nodded a quick thank you before making his way out. He saw her by the tall banister, looking out over the sea. The sea was the last thing he wanted to look at, but at least he could focus on her, on his work, to keep himself distracted from the nausea.
"Princess Ellis," he said in greeting, walking to the banister as well. He'd give her a proper bow, standing at an appropriate distance. "I'd hoped to speak with you?"
