They had mostly crossed the gulf by the time they ran into their first obstacle. Navigating through the small islands scattered in the coast line, the evening the was falling quickly. But typical to the north, it didn't mean that the sun went down, just that it got a little misty and quiet as the sea birds had gone to their nests. Quiet twilight with taller shadows and gentle evening light. It was still easy to lose the horizon in the evening shade even if it wasn't completely pitch black.
They had anchored the boat near a small island, hoping to make shore the next day. Even the sea was calmer than usual, quiet around the little island. This was probably why the singing could be heard so clearly on top of the water.
Grey was the first to jump up from his seat and stare at the ocean. Then he clapped hands over his ears and dashed back to the winch that was used for the anchor. He kicked it, managing to make it reel itself back in. They probably had anchored somewhere they shouldn't have.
The rest of the crew was slowly, as if waking up to it, moving towards the railings of the ship. Some faster, some slower. The ones with barely any protections to magic leading the chase.
Grey cursed something under his breath as he jumped up into the cabin of the boat and ignited the engines, straight backwards, not really caring where they would end as long as they got away from this place.
Aulis feels souls approach in the water, their heartbeats like a birdsong in the morning, against the soft waves of the ocean. It draws him near, curiously, like moth to flame. Humans, shining bright like beacons, have such delicate skin and expressive eyes. They are unlike what dwells in the deep seas, slimy with inky eyes. No, they are creatures of a land that Aulis does not like to venture far into, and they are such sweet things; he likes to watch the life drain from their eyes.
He swims up to the surface and sits upon a craggy rock, humming a tune to draw them closer. His voice sounds of yearning, of hope, of nostalgia for home and a promise to wake up in one's own bed. But it is also of anguish, of having come too far from home, a warning. He sings the words like incantations, and to each listener, the voice may sound like that of a loved one. "Dear one, come closer," he starts, but feels the boat leaving instead of coming closer.
So he dives back into the water, and follows it, carrying his voice along the foam so it sounds like whispers. "Dear one, do not forsake me. Come into my arms, it's been so long since I have seen you last. Where are you going?" His voice gets louder as he sings into the waves, as it reverberates along the hull of the ship. "Come nearer, I wish to look upon your face and count the ways you haven't changed, so I can believe we are forever in that moment which I remember us best, the one I think of most in your absence. Do you remember?"
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Introducing Aulis
They had anchored the boat near a small island, hoping to make shore the next day. Even the sea was calmer than usual, quiet around the little island. This was probably why the singing could be heard so clearly on top of the water.
Grey was the first to jump up from his seat and stare at the ocean. Then he clapped hands over his ears and dashed back to the winch that was used for the anchor. He kicked it, managing to make it reel itself back in. They probably had anchored somewhere they shouldn't have.
The rest of the crew was slowly, as if waking up to it, moving towards the railings of the ship. Some faster, some slower. The ones with barely any protections to magic leading the chase.
Grey cursed something under his breath as he jumped up into the cabin of the boat and ignited the engines, straight backwards, not really caring where they would end as long as they got away from this place.
Re: Introducing Aulis
He swims up to the surface and sits upon a craggy rock, humming a tune to draw them closer. His voice sounds of yearning, of hope, of nostalgia for home and a promise to wake up in one's own bed. But it is also of anguish, of having come too far from home, a warning. He sings the words like incantations, and to each listener, the voice may sound like that of a loved one. "Dear one, come closer," he starts, but feels the boat leaving instead of coming closer.
So he dives back into the water, and follows it, carrying his voice along the foam so it sounds like whispers. "Dear one, do not forsake me. Come into my arms, it's been so long since I have seen you last. Where are you going?" His voice gets louder as he sings into the waves, as it reverberates along the hull of the ship. "Come nearer, I wish to look upon your face and count the ways you haven't changed, so I can believe we are forever in that moment which I remember us best, the one I think of most in your absence. Do you remember?"