Months now the large galleon like ship kept to the docks. Gutted out long ago the ship was fashioned more like a home on the water, easy to house four in comfort with a max of six. A large kitchen and dining area. A decent sized 'commons' with a fireplace, four chairs, a love seat and couch. Nearly the whole 'live in' area was cushioned with plush red carpentry and red, gold trimmed drapes along the windows.
It was definitely a place meant for comfort. And as well as it was furbished, it was just as well taken care of, inside and out. The wood that crafted the ship was sturdy and deep brown in color and the only real color other then that was the crest marking on the boat's stern along with the name. Elegant script wrote the name "Leth`pe-Mibaro" in pale sea-green color and at the end a small crest fashioned from a barely colored aquamarine.
She was not really worried of someone attempting to break in. The crest made it that anyone who did not bare a key was promptly tossed off in a non-friendly fashion. When she first arrived she would find several passed out men on the docks from being thrust away, knocking them senseless. Now..most were wise to just kept their distance.
It was this ship that Dantra was seen coming and going from at all sorts of hours, normally groceries in her arms. But she atleast now had a reason to stock up so much. Along with her brother she had two new people staying with her. Friends. She still couldn't get over it! She had FRIENDS! Well..she thought they were friends. To Lisa it didn't matter what happened to Dantra but Dantra still cared for the blank state that was the woman. And Toby...well she didn't exactly know where she stood with him. She wondered if she was nothing more then means of shelter and safety to him. She would eventually find out...
This particular day she returned to her ship with purpose, several parcels carefully carried aboard. As she entered to the lower area that was the housing, she made her way to the commons. The items placed on the table she slowly sank into the couch, her hands resting on her battered torso. Lifting her gaze to the rafters above she couldn't help but think on days past. There was so much going on. So much she suddenly found herself intertwined in. She was not use to such excitement and she was kind of exhausted! But it was a welcomed change. Well almost all of it.
She had been asked to oversee some of the younger students at the magical school in Elestria earlier in the day. And don't you know it one of the boys fooling around decided to test a spell he had no business messing with. The explosion was massive and the mess had been horrible. Wounded and dead. And so much knowledge lost. Runes, books, the works had been obliterated. One of the Elders had time and time again told Dantra how lucky she was as she wobbled about in attempts to assist the clean up.
She had to admit..it was very lucky. If it had not been for her jewel and the protection barrier she would of been killed. And that is a scary thought. To know you were inches from death. Well more like a thin hair away from it.
Sighing she lowered her eyes, lifting the bottom half of her shirt up under her bustline. Her slender torso was all sorts of ugly colors from one end to another, as if some large beast had rammed into her at full speed. Sore and angry looking, the flesh was shaded blues, purples, blacks and reds. A heave of a sigh as her fingers danced across the surface.
It could of been far worst..
It was definitely a place meant for comfort. And as well as it was furbished, it was just as well taken care of, inside and out. The wood that crafted the ship was sturdy and deep brown in color and the only real color other then that was the crest marking on the boat's stern along with the name. Elegant script wrote the name "Leth`pe-Mibaro" in pale sea-green color and at the end a small crest fashioned from a barely colored aquamarine.
She was not really worried of someone attempting to break in. The crest made it that anyone who did not bare a key was promptly tossed off in a non-friendly fashion. When she first arrived she would find several passed out men on the docks from being thrust away, knocking them senseless. Now..most were wise to just kept their distance.
It was this ship that Dantra was seen coming and going from at all sorts of hours, normally groceries in her arms. But she atleast now had a reason to stock up so much. Along with her brother she had two new people staying with her. Friends. She still couldn't get over it! She had FRIENDS! Well..she thought they were friends. To Lisa it didn't matter what happened to Dantra but Dantra still cared for the blank state that was the woman. And Toby...well she didn't exactly know where she stood with him. She wondered if she was nothing more then means of shelter and safety to him. She would eventually find out...
This particular day she returned to her ship with purpose, several parcels carefully carried aboard. As she entered to the lower area that was the housing, she made her way to the commons. The items placed on the table she slowly sank into the couch, her hands resting on her battered torso. Lifting her gaze to the rafters above she couldn't help but think on days past. There was so much going on. So much she suddenly found herself intertwined in. She was not use to such excitement and she was kind of exhausted! But it was a welcomed change. Well almost all of it.
She had been asked to oversee some of the younger students at the magical school in Elestria earlier in the day. And don't you know it one of the boys fooling around decided to test a spell he had no business messing with. The explosion was massive and the mess had been horrible. Wounded and dead. And so much knowledge lost. Runes, books, the works had been obliterated. One of the Elders had time and time again told Dantra how lucky she was as she wobbled about in attempts to assist the clean up.
She had to admit..it was very lucky. If it had not been for her jewel and the protection barrier she would of been killed. And that is a scary thought. To know you were inches from death. Well more like a thin hair away from it.
Sighing she lowered her eyes, lifting the bottom half of her shirt up under her bustline. Her slender torso was all sorts of ugly colors from one end to another, as if some large beast had rammed into her at full speed. Sore and angry looking, the flesh was shaded blues, purples, blacks and reds. A heave of a sigh as her fingers danced across the surface.
It could of been far worst..