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

[Primrose]

Primrose sits on the edge of the docks with her barefeet swinging in the water. She hums a solemn tune to herself as she watches the quiet sea, occasionally singing a few words in her native tongue.

To anyone watching, she seems lost in thought. There is a large book in her lap, and small trinket between her fingers that she turns while she sings.

[Bossova Vennirik]

Stepping over with his coat slung over his shoulders, his tool belt still worn, and a large bottle of ale in hand. Swiggins stands nearby and chuckles before speaking.

"Lovely voice ya got there. Mind a strand of company while ya ponder?"

[Primrose]

Prim's high note cracks into a squeak as the man speaks up.

She grasps the trinket in her hands tightly as she looks over, though her tense shoulders relax a little when she sees who it is.

"Oh. Hey Captain!" she waves slightly with one hand while the other grips the small item to the point of white knuckles. "No, I wouldn't mind."

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins moves to the edge of the dock and plants himself cross-legged, his ale set next to him and his coat splayed out behind him still on his shoulders. He smiles and takes a chug of the bottle.

"Not many folk come down here, not unless they find themselves lost or in need of drowning out the world's troubles with the quiet of the sea and some ale. What brings you here?"

His eye is focused on the waters as his smile is serene and his mood is calm.

[Primrose]

Prim lowers her hands to her lap, keeping the open book on her legs. The pages are blank.

"Well, not drinking or drowning," she says with a small, dignified pout. "I'm just here because the water is nice. I've never seen an ocean like this before... or... you know, remember seeing one."

She looks up at Swiggins with starry eyes. "It's all land and farms and huts in Teris! Maybe a river or two. But we have no open water... or lakes. So really this is my first time seeing the sea like this! It's nice. The sea is nice."

She stares out at the dark waters, watching the waves reflect the pale moon. She smiles, and quickly adds on to her monologue.

"Except boats. Boats are terrible."

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins snickers a few moments before he lets out a slightly muffled guffaw from behind his arm holding back his laughter at her last statement. He sorts himself out and waves the ale bottle in a sweep at all the sea before them.

"The sea be a grand adventure, her waters the pages in a tale that never ends. It is a beauty that not many get to appreciating but I'm glad there be folk who really see it. As for ya boat dilemma, it be something that happens. Not all folk can be handling 'em well. Sea legs will come and go but two feet on the ground always makes most folk happy."

He sips at the bottle of ale and heaves a sigh of relief as he watches the waves roll.

[Primrose]

Prim nods at his comments. She returns her gaze to the calm sea, swinging her small feet over the edge of the dock.

"Grand adventure or not, my lack of 'sea legs' certainly isn't making me eager to head home." She frowns. "It's a long ship ride to get back to Teris... and I haven't even finished the things I came here for."

She starts playing with the trinket in her palms once more.

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins turns to face his good eye towards Prim with a quirk of curiosity .

"Mind me asking what it is you have to do 'round these parts? Ya seem real determined and such while you fiddle with that there trinket of yours. As for your travels back I'm sure you'll do fine. "

[Primrose]

Primrose shrugs at Swiggins' question. She opens her hands slowly as if to try to find the answer herself.

In her palm is a small vial of ash. Crimson wax seals the cork, and a hook and eye attaches the tiny bottle to a string.

Prim weaves the necklace between her fingers to be sure it won't fall into the water.

"Well for starters, I was asked to stay by a gnome. He asked if I could cure the purple infection going around. So... I'm working on that."

She tilts her head, looking intently at the small vial as she holds it over the backdrop of dark water.

"As for the other thing, I know what I'm supposed to do but I don't know why. Maybe you could tell me? I mean... I have an idea of what's going on but really I don't want to be guessing anything when I don't remember anything."

She moves the trinket so it dangles in front of the human.

"Why would I ask myself to throw this in the sea once I've 'given up hope'?"

[Bossova Vennirik]

Swiggins eye focuses on the vial as he seems to be in deep thought, his ale set aside as both his arms cross and he huffs a sad sigh.

"It be good ya taking your time to help the folk round here with the infection strain. Wizwik was good to have asked ya to stay for that. As for what you carry there Prim ya best always hang on to it. Hope ain't ever lost long as one person carries the torch. I know I haven't given up and you shouldn't either. The answer will come to you in time much like I hope it will to myself. Even if it takes a lifetime, I ain't giving up on him."