Vuu stood on the polished wood deck of the Moorawaam. It had been 2 years since he and his little crew had stubbornly sailed the threemasted, steam powered, paddle wheel assisted ship from Sliinkaa into the mythic realms of Rhydin. 2 years and searching for a father he had found, a new family he was still trying to accept and something new on the horizon for the scholar/sailor. Love.
He ran a furred hand over the scuffed ship's wheel, fond memories of piloting the vessel on every known body of water in Lupinoss, then later the seas and oceans of Sliinkaa looking for father. Now she just sat here, resting in the harbor of Den city, coddled like a queen. The ship needed to stretch her legs and feel proud again. Work had always gotten in the way. Not anymore. He was free of the paperwork, free of the choices, free of the decisions of leading a city. He was simply free.
Vuu left the wheel, descended to the main deck and disembarked the ship. He began a trek up the harbor and into town. There was something on his mind. No, several things really. He wanted to get to know a certain someone much better than the roles of Den Leader would have allowed. He was just hoping she was in the mood to return the favor. His musings had lead him to the shop and house that he was so familiar with, and the owner of it.
Sweet, sweet Garnet Prismpaws. His Garnet.
He ran a furred hand over the scuffed ship's wheel, fond memories of piloting the vessel on every known body of water in Lupinoss, then later the seas and oceans of Sliinkaa looking for father. Now she just sat here, resting in the harbor of Den city, coddled like a queen. The ship needed to stretch her legs and feel proud again. Work had always gotten in the way. Not anymore. He was free of the paperwork, free of the choices, free of the decisions of leading a city. He was simply free.
Vuu left the wheel, descended to the main deck and disembarked the ship. He began a trek up the harbor and into town. There was something on his mind. No, several things really. He wanted to get to know a certain someone much better than the roles of Den Leader would have allowed. He was just hoping she was in the mood to return the favor. His musings had lead him to the shop and house that he was so familiar with, and the owner of it.
Sweet, sweet Garnet Prismpaws. His Garnet.