"Tonight with words unspoken, you say that I'm the only one. But will my heart be broken when the night meets the morning sun?" ~ The Shirelles
Odd. Granted she has left her Port-Town and her harbors before; but never for a true purpose. Two days had she already been gone and more than highly likely the North RhyDin Harbors were a mess without her. But all of that was on the back-burner.
Johnathan did not care for anything outside of the Harbors and the Port-Town--save for one thing. While a few days ago, she received a letter, like usual, but this time saying to be safe and protect herself. Her words after she read the letter...
"Me turn."
So, packing what very little she has needed to travel in her ancient sailor's bag--a few scrolls of maps, her journal, capped ink-well and a couple of quills, the sheathed sword that stays on her right side, and funny enough a cast-iron frying pan that seems to never been used for cooking--she sighed and waited for the morning to come. To tell all of the Marketplace along the docks where she was going. Most of them complained until he explained what was going on. They all liked of whom Johnathan was helping out. She also knew that she might be unsuccessful--since she was probably the only section in RhyDin Country to be having an enchantment over the whole of the Harbors and its Port-Town to kick any Outsiders out after four days if the whole of the Port-Town did not like them. But Johnathan had to try. She had never loved anything--save for the Seas--in her life...all four-hundred-twenty-one years of it.
During her travels, every now and again, Johnathan stopped along a few of the hamlets and other small villages, not to rest or sleep; but to make sure she was going in the right direction. Now why didn't that blueish oddity of hers make a real compass instead of one he formed out of a tree he bit into? She did not seem weary of the travels, actually a bit alright. Granted the wavy dark-brown hair of hers became a bit of a hassle; so she kept it up and a tight pony-tail, wrapped with its own hair, to keep it away from her face. And while on her travels, she did keep ahold of either the yeti's claw fashioned into a necklace or onto the small bottle that held some liquid--looks like sea-water. It was funny, though, that not once did the crytallized frog charm on her moved; but yet the other two did. She tried not to travel deep into forested areas nor high mountains if she had to go through those; for wolves were more than likely dwelling there. For wolves and her? Neesh. Not on the good side of the spectrum. But that is a long and different story unto itself.
Now. Finally, getting to the boundaries of this part of RhyDin; it was so strange to her. She has not been around here in four-and-a-half years and more than highly likely no one would remember her. Honestly, it us keep it that way. She kept to herself and funny enough; she nearly blended in with the rest of the crowd. It was nearing midday and it was a few degrees hotter than she usually likes it. With the sailor's bag slinged around her tightly, while feeling the frying pan hit against the small of her back--for she purposely packed it that way--Johnathan made her way through the town; making sure that she would not cause any fuss. Her right hand was certainly not on the hilt of her sword; but the hand was at ready if needed be. But hopefully, she would not need it, 'cause she does not want to be kicked out of anywhere before she was able to find him.
It was probably an hour or so--according to the Sun--past midday by the time she was able to reach the docks. The very small breeze was all she needed. Breathing in the waters' air; she did look very refreshed. What an odd lady. But it doesn't help that she needs some formation of Seas or Oceans near her to be mostly coherent. Downside for being what she is. And now, the true description of her. She did seem like any other female sailor. Deep crimson-red shirt loosely tucked in the brown raw-leather pants that went down to the ankles of the near-matching-colored raw-leather boots.
Now for clues. Something or someone to help her find who she is looking for. To help. She continued along her now slower pace of walking and observed everything for once. So many ships, something she was not used to. The mayor of Port-Town would go completely insane if her Harbors ever had ships again. But that is what she was there for. To make sure that the North RhyDin Harbors would never see ships again within its ports. But how can they anywho? There is only two piers, one far too short for anything and the other one occupied by the Port-Shack, her office quarters. Contemplating on everything, it finally dawned on her.
The Maritime. They would know where he is. So, gripping onto her bag to make sure it was secure, she set off back into the crowd--in hopes that someone would either tell her or lead the way. But strangely, all the while of her being on the docks--and her not noticing it at all--the crystallized frog charm that has been perching on the base of her neck, inbetween the clavicle bones, had been glowing a pale green color; but soon the glow faded away once she was back into the crowd.
Odd. Granted she has left her Port-Town and her harbors before; but never for a true purpose. Two days had she already been gone and more than highly likely the North RhyDin Harbors were a mess without her. But all of that was on the back-burner.
Johnathan did not care for anything outside of the Harbors and the Port-Town--save for one thing. While a few days ago, she received a letter, like usual, but this time saying to be safe and protect herself. Her words after she read the letter...
"Me turn."
So, packing what very little she has needed to travel in her ancient sailor's bag--a few scrolls of maps, her journal, capped ink-well and a couple of quills, the sheathed sword that stays on her right side, and funny enough a cast-iron frying pan that seems to never been used for cooking--she sighed and waited for the morning to come. To tell all of the Marketplace along the docks where she was going. Most of them complained until he explained what was going on. They all liked of whom Johnathan was helping out. She also knew that she might be unsuccessful--since she was probably the only section in RhyDin Country to be having an enchantment over the whole of the Harbors and its Port-Town to kick any Outsiders out after four days if the whole of the Port-Town did not like them. But Johnathan had to try. She had never loved anything--save for the Seas--in her life...all four-hundred-twenty-one years of it.
During her travels, every now and again, Johnathan stopped along a few of the hamlets and other small villages, not to rest or sleep; but to make sure she was going in the right direction. Now why didn't that blueish oddity of hers make a real compass instead of one he formed out of a tree he bit into? She did not seem weary of the travels, actually a bit alright. Granted the wavy dark-brown hair of hers became a bit of a hassle; so she kept it up and a tight pony-tail, wrapped with its own hair, to keep it away from her face. And while on her travels, she did keep ahold of either the yeti's claw fashioned into a necklace or onto the small bottle that held some liquid--looks like sea-water. It was funny, though, that not once did the crytallized frog charm on her moved; but yet the other two did. She tried not to travel deep into forested areas nor high mountains if she had to go through those; for wolves were more than likely dwelling there. For wolves and her? Neesh. Not on the good side of the spectrum. But that is a long and different story unto itself.
Now. Finally, getting to the boundaries of this part of RhyDin; it was so strange to her. She has not been around here in four-and-a-half years and more than highly likely no one would remember her. Honestly, it us keep it that way. She kept to herself and funny enough; she nearly blended in with the rest of the crowd. It was nearing midday and it was a few degrees hotter than she usually likes it. With the sailor's bag slinged around her tightly, while feeling the frying pan hit against the small of her back--for she purposely packed it that way--Johnathan made her way through the town; making sure that she would not cause any fuss. Her right hand was certainly not on the hilt of her sword; but the hand was at ready if needed be. But hopefully, she would not need it, 'cause she does not want to be kicked out of anywhere before she was able to find him.
It was probably an hour or so--according to the Sun--past midday by the time she was able to reach the docks. The very small breeze was all she needed. Breathing in the waters' air; she did look very refreshed. What an odd lady. But it doesn't help that she needs some formation of Seas or Oceans near her to be mostly coherent. Downside for being what she is. And now, the true description of her. She did seem like any other female sailor. Deep crimson-red shirt loosely tucked in the brown raw-leather pants that went down to the ankles of the near-matching-colored raw-leather boots.
Now for clues. Something or someone to help her find who she is looking for. To help. She continued along her now slower pace of walking and observed everything for once. So many ships, something she was not used to. The mayor of Port-Town would go completely insane if her Harbors ever had ships again. But that is what she was there for. To make sure that the North RhyDin Harbors would never see ships again within its ports. But how can they anywho? There is only two piers, one far too short for anything and the other one occupied by the Port-Shack, her office quarters. Contemplating on everything, it finally dawned on her.
The Maritime. They would know where he is. So, gripping onto her bag to make sure it was secure, she set off back into the crowd--in hopes that someone would either tell her or lead the way. But strangely, all the while of her being on the docks--and her not noticing it at all--the crystallized frog charm that has been perching on the base of her neck, inbetween the clavicle bones, had been glowing a pale green color; but soon the glow faded away once she was back into the crowd.