Re: Kylie (Courage Wolf)
Most people never realize how strong they are in truth. I think you'd be surprised with yourself. Little Miss has always been tough, sharp. But Brittle, I worry because she breaks apart easily. One moment, this is painfully slow. The board read as he headed out of the kitchen only to pull a very large, very muscular bear of a man in with him. At 7 feet tall and almost 350 pounds of slabbed flesh, the man truly could pass as a bear, if not for the white hair, and the silver curling mustache from the 6th dimension of mustaches.
It twitched as he saw Giselle and he smiled. His skin was a deep hard tanned brown and he was dressed in very loose fitting but comfortably looking white cotton pants and a shirt. This is Yrrig. Tell her about Little Miss, I'm having trouble speaking. Sore throat. Bel wrote, showing the board to both of them with Yrrig laughing and slapping Bel's shoulder.
About when she was Little I suppose? We've not seen her in a long while. She's grown up well indeed. He said, Bel nodding while Yrrig extended his hand to Giselle. Very well Met, You are Giss-A-eel? Correct? he asked, having a little trouble getting her name right, but that was primarily due to his accent.
Let me see now. When she was young she was like Bel here. Couldn't speak at all, not a whisper. Cosimo brought her aboard while her Brother, gods watch over him, stayed in Garellia to train. She had a nasty habit of biting anyone who tried to teach her. Gestalt included. He's got a few scars to prove. We used to call her our little wild cat. he said, leaning back and remembering her earlier days.
3 years she stayed at sea with us and Cosimo, and later on near another 2, But for those first 3 I tell you true we were mighty scared of her, and for her. Ye see, having children or women on board a ship at sea, is considered frightful bad luck by many, but Cosimo would have nothing less and so we all did our part. But in truth it wasn't all that necessary. She was a right little hellcat. Because she couldn't talk, she couldn't ask for things ye see, and she didn't like to point or motion unless she was in a very bad mood, or very sad. So she would Steal whatever she wanted, and she got good at it very quickly. Her favourite food is Oranges, I doubt that's changed at all, and each crewman gets a sour fruit a meal, and rations of them along the way. She was not happy with her own ration, so she would swipe ours and because she was so small, she could hide in places we couldn't go, or didn't look. he laughed, snatching up an orange himself and biting into it, rind and all chewing thoughtfully.
It wasn't that she was particularly naughty, or even unfriendly, but very shy, very very shy. And she couldn't swim, and nothing and no one could convince her to go near the water. When a child cries, the world moves to help, but when a child that cannot make sound cries, I tell you it tears at your heart and she would whenever she got near the railings. But she liked to climb. So there was always a little battle going on in Little Miss' head, Do I climb into the rigging and feel the wind, or the Nest and look at the sky, or do I let my fear of the water beat me. We watched that struggle for almost a year when we weren't chasing her about trying to get back little odds and ends, or even just our gods be damned oranges! Until one day Bel offered to give her her very own Barrel FULL of them. I've never seen her so excited Until Bel shoved them off the ship. He was mighty cross with her, she'd pilfered something. It was your chalk wasn't it?
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Aye, Took my chalk and started to draw all over the ship. And she was a Talent! they were beautiful but I can't talk to anyone without my damned board! he wrote, shaking his head. Just a child surely but I wanted to teach her true not to touch my board. I need it something terrible or these louts run rampant. he continued before Yrrig picked back up the story.
Without a second thought she dove in after them! We were so stunned that we couldn't react right away, and then before you know it half the crew is overboard and Cosimo is first one in the Drink! Had to drag her AND the barrel back on board because she wouldn't let it go! She looked like a drowned rat, with her long hair all a mess in the water, poor thing meanwhile Bel is trying to swim with his stumpy leg and scratchin his head. he said, trying hard not to laugh at Bel's expense, who was already doubled up with laughter himself anyway, a dry raspy sound that was full of honest affection and mirth at the memory.
From then on we found it easier to Bribe her and soon she was always in the rigging. But we wouldn't let her help, it's dangerous. We lost our choice there too soon enough when a pin broke and lashed about. Knocked her clean off the rigging. Had she not caught the line she'd have hit the deck and well, let us not dwell on the possibility. But she did and it swung her around the mainmast. And then the line snapped tight. She'd wedged herself around to hold it, all of 40 pounds like a little block wedge. She'd cut up her hands something awful but she held that line for all she was worth. Probably saved someone's life. Ye see, when a sail line snaps free, the sail can break loose and shake people down. because she'd locked it down herself around the mast, the others got down and we could get to helpin her. From then on? It's like what she's doin now. Up with the crew, workin hard every day. Proud of herself, and it broke her shy streak. Soon she was... well. she was still a right little imp, but she was a friendly one. he said, smiling, Bel nodding.
What's comin up now though. It's her most infamous moment with this crew. Cuttin her teeth so te speak. Very special to her, and to us. Bel wrote, seeming excited for what was coming.
