JACK
It had taken a few days after his completion of Safrin's quest to properly consider approaching this particular shrine. Days of walking The Ark's deck, of checking her sails and her rigging, of running calloused hands across dark wood tested endlessly by the open sea and sky without once buckling under the things he'd asked of her. Days of listening, as if he might be able to find what the starlit goddess had planted in his mind without the assistance of nature itself.
But The Ark is silent as always - a blessing and a sanctuary in many ways, especially when the Captain is at his worst, which is often - but this time he'd perhaps been hoping for something different.
It's that hope that brings him here now, quietly resolute but puzzled at the same time. The morning sun is already scorching, and his ship hovers above the shrine in the safety of a few clouds that will burn away before midday. Jack has no such protection, but his magic provides what the world cannot (story of his life), and a cool breeze tousles his hair as he reaches out to set his offerings to Rae atop the shrine.
Two pearls, one black and one white, still nestled in the saltwater cushion of the oysters he'd found them within.
"Ain't come to a shrine of yours before," he says with an air of reticent apology, his telepathy withdrawing tight around his mind as if to protect it from what it might sense. "Ain't even sure what I'm askin' for. Maybe you'll know anyway, though." It seems like the sort of thing a god would be able to give voice to where mortal concepts would struggle.
Just in case, though, he holds that image in his mind's eye again, the one Safrin had planted - his ship but not, all maroon tossed curls and eyes the colour of the sea.
Jack is using his COTY big god pass to speak to Rae!
But The Ark is silent as always - a blessing and a sanctuary in many ways, especially when the Captain is at his worst, which is often - but this time he'd perhaps been hoping for something different.
It's that hope that brings him here now, quietly resolute but puzzled at the same time. The morning sun is already scorching, and his ship hovers above the shrine in the safety of a few clouds that will burn away before midday. Jack has no such protection, but his magic provides what the world cannot (story of his life), and a cool breeze tousles his hair as he reaches out to set his offerings to Rae atop the shrine.
Two pearls, one black and one white, still nestled in the saltwater cushion of the oysters he'd found them within.
"Ain't come to a shrine of yours before," he says with an air of reticent apology, his telepathy withdrawing tight around his mind as if to protect it from what it might sense. "Ain't even sure what I'm askin' for. Maybe you'll know anyway, though." It seems like the sort of thing a god would be able to give voice to where mortal concepts would struggle.
Just in case, though, he holds that image in his mind's eye again, the one Safrin had planted - his ship but not, all maroon tossed curls and eyes the colour of the sea.
Jack is using his COTY big god pass to speak to Rae!
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
