1. Param

    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    Lips spread the wider to hear her speak on it. Stride sure as the ship they sailed on. If a little smoother for his nimbleness. I believe it best not to quarrel with things, I don't yet understand... "Find it best not to, aye," he said all easy as they moved. laughed some in the pause of it...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "My," he found himself thinkin aloud. "You do have a way with words, don't you," let out a softer breath. Wiped out the little bits of sea spray clung to his eyes with a chuff. "Right bouys the heart it does," Bump of the hip to seal it. Had him laugh like one more lap of wave come against the...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    Agreement. Was it more affirmation? Support? All breeze across feathers. That's what it felt like. Even touched wings with him. Cut the drag off him. His head keelin toward her with little smile. Thanks, as much as it was just the want for what it was there they stood by each other. A home...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    She had the showman's presence, she did. Voice all lilt and raise, just to sing low a note after. He rather liked that. "Fame and fortune," he said with some song to how it whispered, awe-filled, no hint of hiding how much he admired the daring, nod there to show what he had not said. Down...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A whole tide had come in and washed out with the play of light there in her eyes. Lines of her face shifting and moving. Out and in. "Astersaar?" he parroted. Bright for the sound of it. "docked there, more than a spell," remembered something. Tea wasn't supposed to keep boiling once the...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Fussy, huh?" he thought on it. On how they had bounced. Felt his cheeks redden some as he laughed a bit at the Grub wriggling and staring at him. Big eyes full of big judgement. Fuck me. The sailor thought as he scratched back of his head and turned the angle of his face, just so. Eyes on the...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Oh, there has to be butter," Param said, tone as warm as the brightness hers brought. A balminess to it, the sort that stuck to ya on warm days with just the right amount of silver and grey in the skies. He checked a cabinet. Then another. All clacks and quieter thunks. "Altalusians love...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    He was gone. Turned and twisted back to his usual shape. Naked as the day he was born. And that was part of it, wasn't it? He had been born to it. The old blood he carried. Same as Lilah. Sam as Kro. And every other horned and tailed Deva he had ever come across. Ma and Pa. Gold trails pooling...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A turn in no time, all tip toe and stretch as she reached. Left him all, blink at the stern, as lines ran up side of body to arm and fingertips, deft to snatch the thing. Another blink, all dreamy in the light as the plumbing made sounds, and the water poured. Sounded lovely. Hollow filling...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    "Stinky?" he laughed, incredulous. Shook his head. Then shrugged and nod as his fingers tested the copper wheel crank on the shroud stone stove. They could definitely get that out. Grabbed a lever, and turned it clockwise some clicks. Nothing noticeable. Turned over the shoulder "I mean, sounds...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A step carried him off in the direction of what he wagered was a kitchen. Hand reached to door handle. Opened. Found a closet. Scanned about. Coats. Nice coats. Boots. A parasol? Grabbed it up, pitched and yawed it, might the world's worst fencer their saber, saw the shine on the material...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    I'd like to see you make yourself welcome. Put the wind full in his sails she did. With talk come off the walls like that. Tail all happy twitch as he turned his head and measured the room, saw how good she looked there, with all the dance of sunbeams bent through curtain, dust, and...
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    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    Well, I'm not one to judge technique... oh-- I'm terribly sorry... Techseer Volke barked a laugh. "See, boy, that's how the real learnin's done!" his odd angled stare shift back to the work. Hands all ratchet and twist about the tools. "Get your hands dirty! Don't just," he made some tilt and...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    The bow deepened, just a touch of the horns at her approach. Tail low in its sweep to bid welcome as she walked on by, and he came up all velvet in her wake. "But of course," he said with a knowing as she looked him over. Nothing there to hide in the bright of him. Must be the smoothest...
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    Private Rich Colour, Sweet Fruit

    A grin, all tooth and sunlight, come cut clean 'neath stormy clouds of dark brows. "Certainly, miss," a swish of the tail, all easy step toward, a flick of a something shiny spin about the wrist. Come snatch betwixt clawed and careful digits. Swerve stepped to the door. Slipped the pick in...
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    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    Will we dock before the sky turns on us? "Should make it in time," he said step over easy step. Rattling crate glowing soft at his hip in the near darkness of the bulkhead. Light from the world outside peered through what grate, vent, or porthole allowed the open sky. I could help if it's...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    And learn he did. A bone cracking lesson. What pain didn't find him, the water did. Filled up all the shroud did miss. Gurgle after desperate gurgle. He sank. Rolled. Washed out in the riptide that was Kurkela, the Shroudmaster.
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    Private Sailors and Sailcloth

    To go and say he envied the lass's treasure. Now, that would be a cut too far. No, but he did sure as there was salt in the sea find himself mired in the dazzle of her each time their eyes did cross. Them little ways he'd catch her looking. Sure as he had been. What else was a man to do but...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    A soft touch. Softer than he deserved. Blood, gold against the sand. His own mixed with hers. A whine, a whimper, as weight of skull and all there in raised up. For something that felt like guidance. Like a choice he did not know he had. Fear and all the twist and hurt it brought- Claws dug...
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    Private A shallows, a secret

    A moan. Void of anything the young man would think dignified. Down right embarrassing it was. But it stretched out from his throat all the same. Low and beckoning. A plea. For what? Even he could not be sure. There upon the sand, head raised to point his snout skyward. A question. Unsure...
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