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The air was cold and brisk as the sun began to rise from its slumber. Clouds were scattered across the sky, meaning it was a great day to start a boat trip. As the women walked, her boots echoed off the wood of the docks. Lylexiea's long blond hair blew around her as the wind tried to push against her. Her eerie green eyes looked at the large ship that rocked in front of her. The odds of there being another women on the ship was minimal, and could only imagine what was going to happen when all the men realized that there was a female on the ship.
She hoisted her bag back up onto her shoulder, as she started her way to up onto the deck. The ship would be leaving soon, and she just wanted to find her room, and get this journey started. When she got closer, she pulled her hair around the right side of her neck, hiding a brand mark of what appeared to be an M. It was a story that she never told anyone. Most people that she asked never got an answer, or she would make up some bogus answer to get them off of the subject.
Once her boots hit the deck, she felt like all the men turned to face her. She did not wear the typical dress as women wore, but instead leather pants, and a shirt that laid off her shoulders. She knew better than any, a dress when exploring is bad news. She wasn't going to wear normal clothes until she got to know the crew and figured out what they were going to try with her. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword as she walked through the sea of men, finding her way into the room that specifically marked, as agreed upon, for her. She wasn't going to sleep with the other men. She didn't trust this load of scum, much as they probably didn't trust her.
"So are you our cook for this wondrous journey?" A voice rang from the door way.
Lylexiea's lip curled up in a snarl as she drew her sword and shove the man against the wall, her sword to his throat. "Speak to me like that again, and it will be the last thing that you said." She shoved herself from the wall, and placed her sword back where it belonged. She started back to the deck, and started to wait to see what exactly was going to happen from there.
She hoisted her bag back up onto her shoulder, as she started her way to up onto the deck. The ship would be leaving soon, and she just wanted to find her room, and get this journey started. When she got closer, she pulled her hair around the right side of her neck, hiding a brand mark of what appeared to be an M. It was a story that she never told anyone. Most people that she asked never got an answer, or she would make up some bogus answer to get them off of the subject.
Once her boots hit the deck, she felt like all the men turned to face her. She did not wear the typical dress as women wore, but instead leather pants, and a shirt that laid off her shoulders. She knew better than any, a dress when exploring is bad news. She wasn't going to wear normal clothes until she got to know the crew and figured out what they were going to try with her. She rested her hand on the hilt of her sword as she walked through the sea of men, finding her way into the room that specifically marked, as agreed upon, for her. She wasn't going to sleep with the other men. She didn't trust this load of scum, much as they probably didn't trust her.
"So are you our cook for this wondrous journey?" A voice rang from the door way.
Lylexiea's lip curled up in a snarl as she drew her sword and shove the man against the wall, her sword to his throat. "Speak to me like that again, and it will be the last thing that you said." She shoved herself from the wall, and placed her sword back where it belonged. She started back to the deck, and started to wait to see what exactly was going to happen from there.