Keyra turned and gave Sevral a soft smile in acknowledgement to his wish to join her. Once free from the small room, which had grown smaller from Rioma's appearance, she let her wings relax. They fluttered slightly, unfurling to cover her shoulders. Walking out on the deck, she looked up to the sky and took a deep breath of clean air.
After a moment, she began making her way slowly towards the bow of the ship, her eyes shifting about as she gazed at the men and women of the crew. Reaching back, she touched the hilt of her sword and looked to Sevral, "I'm intrigued by your swords. They are beautifully made, did you craft them yourself?"
She was indeed interested to know their make as it was rare she saw such weapons. Her's was unique as well, such a weapon wasn't commonly used and as far as she knew, she was the only one with it.
Sevral followed the young Vall up to the decks of the ship. No, it wasn't just him, she did walk nice, he thought. He then turned his attention back to the matter at hand, admiring the crew as they worked and glad to be free from the confines of the small room and presence of their Captain.
He followed her along the deck towards the front of the ship, running his hand along the rail as he went, checking the craftsmanship of it, and finding it suitable. He looked to her now as she stopped and seemed to relax, then touch the hilt of her sword.
"I'm intrigued by your swords. They are beautifully made, did you craft them yourself?" she asked finally.
Sevral nodded, smiling as he glanced down to the two twin blades he wore at his side. "Indeed," he replied. "Forged 'em myself, folded, cooled, sharpened, designed, everything..." He stopped, not wanting to seem like he was bragging. "I own a small craft shop back home, unfortunately it seems like it'll be going out of business soon." Sevral thought about this for a moment, his face becoming saddened as he recollected on past events, his gaze drifting towards the sky. He suddenly pushed the thoughts of his mind however, and looked back to Keyra.
"I must say, yours is truly a magnificent weapon as well, I don't think I've ever seen such a design." He looked the weapon over for a moment, flexing his grip on the hilt of one of his own swords as he did so. It truly was a beautiful blade, and no doubt well crafted, and capable of doing a great deal of damage.
Turning her head to look at him, she returned the warm smile and looked down at her blade. She tapped the handle then crossed her arms over her chest.
"My sword master crafted it for me. I trained and lived by this weapon for many years. I'm happy to be in the presence of another swordsman."
Keyra paused for a moment, her thoughts drifting deeper to the voyage at hand. Sevral hadn't really spoken much on the subject of what it was they were asked to do. She was curious as to what his thoughts were.
"What do you think, Sevral? Of the company we find ourselves in. Of the Seers and the King who asked us to find something that they have no information about?"
Sevral nodded again, adjusting his gaze from the blade to the wielder herself and taking a moment to admire her as well. "He must have been a great man," Sevral said, thoughts of his own master plaguing his mind again. He didn't like the subject, it made his emotions conflict, sadness and thoughts of revenge ever present with the topic. He was grateful when she changed it.
"What do you think, Sevral? Of the company we find ourselves in. Of the Seers and the King who asked us to find something that they have no information about?"
Hmm, he truly didn't think much on the topic, and he wasn't much to let people know what he was thinking, but he assumed she was trustworthy enough. Sighing, he looked at the sky for a moment.
"Honestly, I find this Captain to be a strange man. It seems like when you make up your opinion about him, it suddenly changes. He's full of mysteries... I don't know. Gavyn on the other hand, he seems less than happy to be here, and I truly doubt he'll be of much use. I myself don't even know if I'll be of any use... I'm a sword smith, not a mercenary." He stopped again, returning his gaze to the Vall before him and looking into her eyes. "As for the King and the Seers, I have no opinion on them. I suppose I should at least trust my King, and I'll do just that until he proves to be anything other than what he makes himself out to be."
Nodding to himself and turning away slightly, he leaned against the rail, looking out to the docks and city beyond. "So," he started again. "What about you? What's your take on things?"
Keyra nodded in agreement. The Captain was certainly someone full of surprises. She reached up and tapped her lip gently with one finger as she thought about her own response to his question. She liked Sevral, he was honest, something she respected. With a soft sigh, she put her hands on her hips and leaned backwards slightly, easing the tension in her lower back.
"My take on things," she started softly, "Well, I agree with you about our Captain. He is deeper than what I thought him to be. Perhaps, maybe I was in the wrong when we first met. Gavyn..." she paused slightly.
"I don't know, if he were convinced that this was something worth his time then maybe he would be of use. As for you, I believe you don't give yourself enough credit. You're a sword smith. You know your blades better than anyone and I'm sure that when the time comes you will be more than useful. Myself, I'm here not just because they want me to track," she took a breath and looked over to him. She was almost his height, standing just below his shoulder.
"My reasons lay with revenge. I lost what was dear to me. All this time I've been trying to find the culprit, and never getting anywhere. When the King called me, I thought that he had something of a lead on the killings. Instead I find myself here chasing some demon. Who knows, maybe this demon is what I've been looking for."
She stopped, realizing that perhaps she had spoken to much. Keyra cleared her throat lightly and resumed her earlier position, arms folded over her chest and her gaze steady on the horizon.
"The King, I trust. The Seers... well, that remains to be seen. Anyway, I'm sure I've bothered you enough for one day. Thank you for entertaining me," she said and moved a little further up to the bow of the ship. If he wished to keep her company, she would gladly accept it. Otherwise, solitude was something she had grown used to throughout the years.