Late-Night Day Dreaming [ May 11, 11PM ]

[Primrose]

Prim holds the vial up a little longer. She then lowers it slowly into her palm. Her expression falls to one of mourning. She stops swinging her feet.

"It's hard not to give up when you don't know why you're fighting."

She turns back to the water, though her gaze doesn't leave the ashes.

A minute passes. She quietly speaks.

"... who was he?"

[Bossova Vennirik]

Taking a moment to gather himself, Swiggins speaks in a solemn tone.

"He was a great bloke. A might bit crazy at times but he was the closest to family I've had in ages. Always looking out for folk and doing his part to show his heart. That's who he was. He was Arcadeus. He was a brother to me."

Swiggins runs his right hand under his eye wiping away the tears he shed whilst speaking. A sullen smile on his face by the end of his words.

[Primrose]

Primrose listens intently, looking up at the human while he whips a tear. Her eyes are wide, but void of any sadness.

"What else?" she asks. Her feet swing against the water. "Can you tell me anything else? What was he like? Did he have any interests? Who else was he friends with?"

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins let's out a sad chortle as he does his best to continue speaking clear.

"He was a very interesting lad. Met him ages back during my stint in Jericho where and I took to working together and became quick friends. His skill with a blade was quite a sight and adventure seemed to follow him every time I met up with him. I carry with me at all times a blade he gifted to me and I will never use another."

Swiggins moves his coat slight over to reveal a long sword with strange musical markings all along it and it's handle.

"He was a hell of a fisherman and had a good gaggle of friend folk here and there. There are some here still that hold his memory dear if me mind be right. You were one of them Prim."

[Primrose]

By the end of the description, the Hobling has a toothy smile. She huffs out a tired laugh, clutching the vial once again.

"Well, it figures. I make my first best friend and I can't even remember who he is."

She tries to keep her hopeful expression as she looks out over the waters.

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins holds out a hand towards Prim and smiles as best he can while a new line of tears falls from his left eye.

"He will always remember ya Prim, and this sailor and brother be glad you still have enough in ya to remember him and hope for him. I'd like to apologize for me actions ages back and ask...if you'd be a comrade once more to this captain? Perhaps with your smarts we can find a way to do right."

[Primrose]

A sad smile pulls at Prim's lips. She extends her hand as well, holding the larger human's in agreement.

"Of course! We can be friends again, Captain. And we will do right--Oh!" She gasps, covering her mouth. "I could work for your crew! Like, not on the ship, of course! But I could heal your crewmates and be sure you don't acquire scurvy or dysentery or typhus!"

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins lets out a hearty chuckle before smiling wide.

"Glad to have ya on board Doc, and don't worry 'bout riding 'er. I wont make ya head off to sea unless ya ready for it yer self."

His body shifts as he laughs looking back out to the sea.