Post by BlueUnicornJ13 on Jul 8, 2017 11:08:30 GMT -6
Aubrey | War-Forged | Bloody Flank Merchant
Aubrey was still in denial of the events that had occurred days ago that had led to her on the deck of the Trespasser, floating in the cold oceans off the shoreline of Onea. While her clan was known for their powerful ships and strong crews, Aubrey herself had only really set foot on the old shipwrecks that they used for housing and businesses. She was much more accustomed to travel by air, not sea, and ship seemed to toss and turn underneath her with every waves, leaving her nauseous from more than one factor.
What were they going to do now that they could no longer return to their home? By rising against Gidal and choosing to leave with the Trespasser (a ship laden with supplies the Bloody Flanks needed to get through the winter), they had made the decision to not return unless things changed quite dramatically in Ghosthold. The spotted mare twisted her head to look around at the horses that were under the deck along with her. Some of them were inexperienced sailors like herself, and others were of Vidar’s crew that were resting after working their shift doing whatever they did to keep the ship afloat and heading in the right direction.
The stress and weighing uncertainties made Aubrey shift out of the makeshift bed she had made from a couple old blankets and a fur pelt that had been into the ship’s hull and make her way outside. Her metal prosthetic creaked underneath her weight as she stood and swayed with each tilt of the wooden vessel until her legs felt steady enough for her to walk without falling. She walked up the stairs, opened the doors, and was greeted by the fresh, salty ocean air slapping her face and whipping her curly mane against her neck. The gusty wind tugged at her leathery wings, begging her to open them just enough to carry her into the wide open skies. Instead, her pink-colored eyes traveled to the horizon where she was surprised to see the sandy shoreline and the grassy hills after seeing nothing but dark waves for days. What were they doing so close to land? They’d be easily spotted by anyone who may be wandering the nearby hills or beaches.
It was then that she was approached by one of the shipmates. They looked stern and serious, and Aubrey felt her body tense slightly, wondering what on earth could possibly be going on. ‘We need you to meet up with a merchant. We’re trading some of our supplies with him for things that will be more useful on our mission. Sending a pegasus will be the quickest and easiest way to do this… unless you’re not up for it.’ She blinked slowly, her braided tail flicking across her flank. This must be some sort of test of her strength and trust. Having not been born among the Bloody Flanks, Aubrey was still considered an outsider by many despite her efforts to prove her worth and alliance to the clan. “Who am I meeting up with and where?”
After being loaded up with the supplies that were to be traded, Aubrey threw herself off of the ship’s deck, feeling the eyes of the crew on her as she dipped toward the water before her leathery wings opened with a loud snap as the wind caught them. The spotted mare flew toward the hillside where she was told the meeting would take place. The merchant’s name that they had given her was familiar: Killian. It was a name that she recalled reading on shipments of metals that she sometimes ordered, but even if he dealt with the Bloody Flanks, it didn’t settle the nervousness and tension in her gut at the unfamiliar situation. She could only pray that this deal would go over smoothly.
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