JACK
It isn't unusual for The Ark to be a hive of activity long after the sun has set, particularly when she's just come into port. Such is the case tonight, though the hawk-eyed on Torchline's docks might see that a lot more crates are being loaded on to the galleon than being taken off. Her captain is also nowhere to be found.
Jack, in fact, is a few hundred yards down the beach, close enough to be able to see the ship with her ruddy sails aglow in the torchlight, but far enough away from the bustle of people to keep his magic from pinging a thousand times a minute.
"I'm leavin' the islands," he announces to Vesper as they fall to a halt. He kicks a bit of sand with the toe of his boot, using his earth magic to start manipulating it into towers and swirls and turrets, like some miniature kingdom beneath Safrin's blanket of stars.
"So it seemed right to give a last hurrah to Safrin out here."
Jack, in fact, is a few hundred yards down the beach, close enough to be able to see the ship with her ruddy sails aglow in the torchlight, but far enough away from the bustle of people to keep his magic from pinging a thousand times a minute.
"I'm leavin' the islands," he announces to Vesper as they fall to a halt. He kicks a bit of sand with the toe of his boot, using his earth magic to start manipulating it into towers and swirls and turrets, like some miniature kingdom beneath Safrin's blanket of stars.
"So it seemed right to give a last hurrah to Safrin out here."
romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended
and recommended
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
