Day : 43rd Month : Mia Year : Year 81378 The wind picked up, brushing the island trees faintly, but picking up quite quickly. Suffer sat, chilled a bit. She had flown to this island several weeks earlier, and currently lived in a small hut made of adobe and straw. The pup herself was beautiful...as if derived from the innermost soul of fronima itself...with rich, whiter than white fur and pale blue eyes...thick, feathered wings graced her back and the pup looked as if she should be somewhere other than this empty, desolate island, when it looked to be a storm forming. However, it wasn't so desolate, earlier she had seen from pendragons, but that was a few weeks ago. They seemed to be leaving, anyhow. And now she was alone again... But out of the bushes rolled a small Torber, and surprised the pup. The black, big eyed creature seemed tame and intelligent, and it's big ears perked in alarm. It looked as if it had been branded. The small creature screamed, using strange hand signals and using words...words? Wait, that couldn't be...but so it was, the little, monkey-like creature screamed, "Stomune, Stomune...Juem, Juem...Jom, Jom..." It seemed as though this little creature of the night, out at dusk, had been tamed and kept as a pet, and trained to speak a multitude of common, simple Ramathian words and was fluent in sign language...but Suffer did not understand the signing and barely understood the Ramathian tongue, but the distress she could see...She cocked her head to the side, watching the rukus the creature was making, and gave him as heavy raindrops began to fall from the sky...
Cellaj's boat was on the other side of the island she and her crew were taking a rest for the night she it had seemed she has lost her monkey like Torber that she usually had locked in a cage on the ship only her Fenix was usually out with her, the Torber was a future gift for her husband who was also first mate of the ship. She soon came upon the Torber and Suffer. "Well there you are you little smit, I'd ring your neck if you weren't a gift." She said scooping him up the Fenix cooed softly on a branch nearby. Cellaj looked at the young Suffer. "Well hello there young one...Have you lost you're way my ship is moored off the coast." Her many pieces of jewlery jangled as she moved the Torber screeched, it oviously didn't like her that much. "Thes, this little bugger never shuts up...I think its scared that Fasa while eat him." She says refering to the bird with flaming feathers up in the tree prening itself. She sighed and looked the Torber in the eyes, who immiediatly shut up. "Thats better"
The pup glared at the intruder, something about her seemed...blatant and arrogant. But she didn't speak and the Torber, still screaming "Jon, Jon..." rattled around until it suddenly shut it's eyes and stopped. The pup didn't speak nor did she move...only watched and waited...the surrounding area proved obvious to her living conditions; quite poor, with various sticks and bones scattered around sparsely...she proved to be a sufficient hunter, when need be. The dumb-struck pup still bit her tongue in silence, wondering if she should take off running, or if she should stay and listen to what the stranger had to say.
"A storms a brewing in the west so we will set sail soon, so if you wish to come make up your mind quickly. This thing has been babling about the storm for a week now. It's freaking me out almost. Fasa has only be a little edgy about it, but then again she's been in storms before." Cellaj loved the seas, she loved Dreed, something about this pup though put her on edge. An old pendragon had spoken to her about two strange pups and if she ever met them to honor them and be kind to them. She couldn't tell if this was one of them or not she decided it didn't matter and she would take care of the pup anyway.
The pup gave her an awkward glance, but followed anyhow...she needed off this island, but feared the sea...for as she loved it so, the storm brewed not only in teh skies, but in the back of her mind, and something seemed as if it were not to go right...as she was not meant to port with the boat...she did not know why, but the thought pleased her, for she did not wish to stay long... "these are pirates, love" she said to herself, refering to herself in thrid person, "I doesn't think there here to help us, love..." but she kept all comments to herself, and quickly paced herself ahead of the other.
Cellaj smiled "It's only a little farther." She smiled and held the Torber by the scruff of the neck, it was kicking and squelling the Fenix on the other hand was on Cellaj's wrist. Looking hungerly at the Torber but dared not to attack it. "You don't mind if we make a few stops along the way do you?" She asked, by a few stops she ment plunder a few ships. She knew that there was a supply ship coming soon to an island near by and she was going to raid it and then take the goods to Bhim and trade them off.
