Setting
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"Well, better than being hounded over an apple I suppose." of course people couldn't let go of that, it was one apple! "Once upon a time dare was a man, a wanderin' soul, lost in duh realm of our kingdom~" He was bored, so sue him if he wanted to sing a little, "Dae say he was a king, who fought a great war, when duh dragons came into our kingdom, and burned everyone with a roar~" let it be known that this is the only song the young man knows how to sing, or his name isn't Nevas! And it is. Of course the song wasn't a hit to those who heard him whisper it under his breath, as many decided to move away from the singing druid, 'Prudes everyone o' dem. Don't know good misic even if it bit dem right in duh arse. At least some know music when dae hear it.' he thought to himself noting those who didn't move away.
For a bit of show Nevas covered his left hand in tree bark before quickly changing it back, "So tell me lass, what be sendin' you to Vobrala? 'Cause I doubt it was for duh wine...are we gettin' booze on dis ship? Well dere I went and confused myself....what were we talkin' about again?" let it be known that the young Druid had a thought a second, ending up forgetting what the conversation was originally about, "Oh, right! Just in case me asking has made ya uncomfortable, I'm goin' for the fun o' it. That and I heard that the Emerald Sea is a sight to behold, what I wouldn't do to run 'round dose trees!"
During his mental rant the young mage's rage grew, and two antlers grew out of his head. They started at the temples before making they're way out to a little pasted the crown of his head. There they split in to two, inch and a half tips that were only half an inch above his hair. They were a tan color and the tips were slightly rounded so they wouldn't pierce through skin, but still sharp enough to leave a mark, "I can't say that I'll be happy to explore the towns dere. Duh sooner I can get into the wilds the better."
The moment his anger reached a high enough level, Nevas starts to grow his antlers and enter his Druid form. It's a power boosting form that increases his connection to nature, most Druids tended to stay in this form but Nevas preferred his more human looking form, "Well it's gettin' late, time seems to fly when ya end up talkin'. We should turn in for a wink. We can talk tomorrow if ya want."
Sleep came easy to Nevas as he was drained from interacting with MJ. Now don't, get him wrong he enjoyed his chat with her, it was just the fact he tended to get easily drained from social interaction faster than most. Call him introverted but he would rather not have to deal with people most of the time, that didn't mean he couldn't he just chose not to. Though the lass had an interesting feel about her, that wasn't in question, maybe he could try to sustain a conversation with her longer than this last one. They only had a day left until they reached their destination, so after tomorrow they would reach the port city of Renala, a major trading port in Vobrala.
Opening his eyes, Nevas awoke with a start. That dream....shaking his head he noticed that the sun was almost up, maybe an hour till, so he untied himself and began to climb back down to the ships deck. Upon reaching the bottom the druid stretched his back, eliciting many satisfying cracks, before moving to the railing to appreciate the view of the sea in the early morning light. Remembering the end of his conversation with Marvina, she did say she seen and enjoyed sunrises, so maybe the lass is going to be up soon.
After a few minutes of tense silence, the young man put a hand on his companions shoulder, "I didn't mean to scare ya lass, it's just...you asked, an' I know I like to joke around, I just want you to know that ya have nothin' to fear from me." his Irish voice was both tired and serious as he apologized, "I once told someone that, but they didn't believe me...until they saw it with deir own eyes, dere's a reason Druids tend to keep to demselves." he patted her shoulder before starting to walk away, "I'll give ya sometime to ya self."
He gained a thinking pose, his hand stroking his non-existent beard while looking up at the sky, "Ya know, I just thought o' somethin'...treants come to be through anger, but then where do the nymphs come from? I mean, they turn themselves into trees an' other plants, so does that mean dae a person who turns into a tree? Or a tree that turns into a person." ah the inner workings of the young Druid's brain, thinking up the most random and legitimate questions all at the same time.
It was as big as two of their ship and, from the way their ship struggled to escape, it was powerful, "Now what did we learn about doubtin' ma luck?!" the mage shouted over the rushing current, "I knew ma good luck was to good to last!" tapping into his mana reserves, Nevas made the ship grow ores out of it's sides before making them start to stroke away. While it did slow the maelstroms pull, it wasn't going to be enough to free the vessel.
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