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[fieldbox="Wren Donaghue, #B69F6A, solid, 10, Book Antiqua"]Location: Mirefield > The Nerissa
Mood: Interested, Inspired
Status: Roughed Up
Mentions: @Lillian Gray, @Spectre of the Fade, @mingummy, @Mundane Monster, @BlueFlameNikku, @Kimberlyn , @Bjorn, @espoir
Listening with interest as the others present confirmed their interest, Wren stared around the room once more. Some of the people seemed in a hurry, and the stern-looking woman was already hurrying another of their number away. He was more interested, however, in Matthias telling them about meals, beds, and showers. Those were three things Wren hadn't consistently had in quite some time. He didn't care if it was one shower he had to share with the entire crew at once—he was just pleased to have something other than cold rivers and stagnant lakes. Of course, the mention of payment was also welcomed, but that was secondary to eating, sleeping, and bathing.
Talk of this secretive auction also had Wren curious, but it seemed that they were to receive information on that tomorrow. For now, the lot of them had been invited out onto the deck.
What had Matthias meant by "what you're all capable of?" Did he want to see their skills as crew? As fighters and marksmen? Wren knew next to nothing about flying an airship, and he found himself hoping it was the latter. He couldn't help but feel there had been a time that he'd worked on an airship—he adored flying, but he couldn't recall details for the life of him. Hopefully, Matthias and Lee wouldn't mind re-teaching those skills.
After another moment of spectating, waiting to see if people would follow Matthias outside, Wren slid off of his chair. He still gripped the rifle tightly against his chest, but he worked his thin features into a smile. He now knew Matthias, Lee, Wylan, the woman called Esy, and the airman who called himself Roger. The airman in question had been pulled away by Esy, but the three other women remained. The smallest girl, who still seemed as excited and pleasant as ever, was nearby, and Wren turned to face her.
"Hello," he said vaguely. "Nice ship, isn't it? Pretty woodwork." Recalling the handshake he'd exchanged with Matthias, Wren offered the young woman a bruised hand. There was something else he was supposed to do, but it had again slipped his mind. Instead, he said, "don't you think the sky sirens will be envious? But I don't think they will give us trouble, either way." He paused, blinked, and glanced over his shoulder at the door Matthias had vanished through. "I am going to go to the deck. I think he would like us to fight." His statement was phrased as more of a question, but he turned away from the petite woman and wandered idly toward the door.
On the way, he gave a small smile to the red-head and the bored-seeming girl. He should learn their names, but perhaps that would come later.
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Mood: Interested, Inspired
Status: Roughed Up
Mentions: @Lillian Gray, @Spectre of the Fade, @mingummy, @Mundane Monster, @BlueFlameNikku, @Kimberlyn , @Bjorn, @espoir
Listening with interest as the others present confirmed their interest, Wren stared around the room once more. Some of the people seemed in a hurry, and the stern-looking woman was already hurrying another of their number away. He was more interested, however, in Matthias telling them about meals, beds, and showers. Those were three things Wren hadn't consistently had in quite some time. He didn't care if it was one shower he had to share with the entire crew at once—he was just pleased to have something other than cold rivers and stagnant lakes. Of course, the mention of payment was also welcomed, but that was secondary to eating, sleeping, and bathing.
Talk of this secretive auction also had Wren curious, but it seemed that they were to receive information on that tomorrow. For now, the lot of them had been invited out onto the deck.
What had Matthias meant by "what you're all capable of?" Did he want to see their skills as crew? As fighters and marksmen? Wren knew next to nothing about flying an airship, and he found himself hoping it was the latter. He couldn't help but feel there had been a time that he'd worked on an airship—he adored flying, but he couldn't recall details for the life of him. Hopefully, Matthias and Lee wouldn't mind re-teaching those skills.
After another moment of spectating, waiting to see if people would follow Matthias outside, Wren slid off of his chair. He still gripped the rifle tightly against his chest, but he worked his thin features into a smile. He now knew Matthias, Lee, Wylan, the woman called Esy, and the airman who called himself Roger. The airman in question had been pulled away by Esy, but the three other women remained. The smallest girl, who still seemed as excited and pleasant as ever, was nearby, and Wren turned to face her.
"Hello," he said vaguely. "Nice ship, isn't it? Pretty woodwork." Recalling the handshake he'd exchanged with Matthias, Wren offered the young woman a bruised hand. There was something else he was supposed to do, but it had again slipped his mind. Instead, he said, "don't you think the sky sirens will be envious? But I don't think they will give us trouble, either way." He paused, blinked, and glanced over his shoulder at the door Matthias had vanished through. "I am going to go to the deck. I think he would like us to fight." His statement was phrased as more of a question, but he turned away from the petite woman and wandered idly toward the door.
On the way, he gave a small smile to the red-head and the bored-seeming girl. He should learn their names, but perhaps that would come later.
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