Landing Between the Arms of the Creators - RPLOG
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Date
20/6/477
Log
A soft rumble and a tailflick leaves Flora's muzzle as she makes a round of the ship, moving above-deck and smiling faintly. Anyone near to her could see the shralestan harbor in the distance, and the sun rising across the eastern horizon, illuminating the city and surrounding desert with a warming, red glow.
Already, the High Lady is wearing her good outfit, the wraps slung around her body in a light-weight dress, keeping her protected from the elements. In fact, several members of LongTech security apear to be wearing similar clothing right now.
Down in the mess-hall, the offered breakfast consists of solely Shralestan food, with various desert-fruits, folded-up flatbread filled with meat, a steady supply of spiced meat and various sweet pastries making up the contents of the buffet. LongTech employees stand at the ready to fulfill requests, but it doesn't appear the more homely food is an option at the moment.
Meanwhile, four of the selected beings have chosen their spot each, with a young-looking wolf-fellow and his lifebond enjoying the sights, an elderly newt trying his hand at the food, and a poor, female rabbit having found a spot at the stern of the ship, leaning over the edge and, well... She seems more than a little airsick.
After spending much of thr first leg of the journey in solitude after the events at the dock, Brutus seems to be himself once more. Which, of course, means he can be found in the mess hall with a heaping plate of fresh fruits, sumptuous pastries, and even a plate laden with exotic meats. He seems in good humor today, trying to engage the old Newt in a bit of sophistry.
"Everything is sa part of the whole and the whole is the sum of its parts, is it not? So...even these dishes alone can give one insight into the soul of a foreign land...Take Sweetwater--a pleasant, prosperous place, ots menus replete with fare as sweet as the land's name...makes you wonder what those damned Cliffsiders must eat, eh?" he chuckles. It's hard to tell whether the Newt Bob's his head out of agreement or simply age, though the lecture ends as the rotund Skunk begins to nibble delicately on his pile of sweetened fruits.
Cassidy shuffles up onto the deck dressed in a light blue and white dress, providing a stark contrast to her dark fur and carrying her plate of breakfast food. She didn't mind the spicy meat, given her fondness of it in the first place, though she'd much rather enjoy the open air and sky with her breakfast. Picking a spot near the edge of the deck, she quietly enjoys her meal while gazing blankly off towards the horizon.
Sitting calmly, albeit with a patrial look of stress across her face, Saviante eyes the desert fruit for a few moments before standing and moving back to the table and scooping up numerous pieces. Cradleing them in her arm, she calmly drops them into her satchel as she reaches her seat and begins to gather her things. She enjoyed the ride, mostly, but is more than ready to depart. Long periods in the sky (and inside an enclosed ship) is not her usual environment. With her fruit laden pack gathered, she bounds up the steps to the upper deck two at a time, in a display of energy not yet shown by the Fern in the entire trip.
Once on deck, she stops long enough to bow politely to the Lady in charge, before settling into her selected position that kept her safe and secure for ost of the voyage here. As she sits it dawns on her that overlapping plats and chainmail may not be the best outfit for a 'diplomatic' mission and hurridly rubs her furred cloak across the surface of her battle worn armor, in vain hopes of polishing it into a more presentable manner.
Hartford sits at a spot near Brutus, keeping an eye out for potential assassins. He can't think of any way or any reason that assassins would be up here, but he feels like it is an appropriate guard thing to do. He thoughtfully munches on a strange pocket made of bread and stuffed with meats and vegetables. "These Shralestans sure know their food, huh?" he says, by way of conversation, "Don't know about that spicy stuff, but these pocket things are pretty good, don't you think Mister Brutus?" He does his best to listen to his boss/friend pontificate on the virtues of food and culture, but he is a little distracted by his food.
Asher stands at the prow of the boat, nibbling on what must be his third. . . alright. . . fifth helping of spiced meats in the delicious pocket bread. He is happily bouncing and waving as he sees the foreign city on the horizon. "Look! Look!" he calls to Hartford and Brutus, whom he has spent the entire trip near, "Is that it?"
"If I may... Sir Blackback, I believe?" the newt begins, with a light cough every now and then. "I would appreciate it if you would show some respect for my birth-country, sir... As for what I ate when I grew up," he mumbles, coughing and zoning out for a moment... "Apple-pie, pork... Various baked goods. If you want a 'simple' meal, you'd have to look to the hard-working beings of Thera'Dor," he notes, before taking a bite of his pile of spicy meat, working it down without a care in the world, so far.
Meanwhile, one of the LongTech employees, a graceful-clanned leopardess, smiles towards Asher and nods faintly. "That, sir, would be Shralesta. Our destination, and where we'll spend the better part of the coming week."
From the deck, the sights are even more magnificent, with churches scattered all over, rising above the rest of the desert city-state.
Cassidy smiles faintly as she gazes out over Shralesta in the distance, working away at the meat on her plate. "It's been a while," she murmurs to herself. "Wonder if I'll see them there."
Savi sits with growing anticipation, eagerly awaiting the landing. Eying the sights that she can see from her vantage, she continues to polish her armor as much as she can in the time she has left before touchdown.
Hartford chuckles at the old newt's comment. "I believe in a good chunk of bread, some cheese and a bit of fruit, myself," he says, though his actions belay his words. It is not often that the guard gets to try anything so exotic as this. "Have you packed up all of your things, Mister Brutus?" the big deer asks, "I will carry them for you again. Don't want you to throw out your back again like you did on the way to the docks!"
Asher can barely contain himself! He's never been outside of Sweetwater before! "Have you been there before, Miss?" he asks the leopardess, "Any suggestions for what I should see first?" The little canine watches raptly through the porthole as they approach the glowing city.
