Supplies bought, and bag empty, Sique walked around Nasrad with amazement; she remembered hearing of it's burning and couldn't quite believe that this was the same place which had apparently been in ruins.
She pressed her hand into her pocket and pulled out the list of supplies. Knowing that there was no need for it anymore, she stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it whole. This was perfectly normal for Sique; the girl who would eat anything and everything.
Why did she carry on working for Vigoro? Partly because there was nothing better to do...she didn't need money, because she could live off what most people would class as garbage, and she had no goals in life. She liked to be free, and being the gunner of Vigoro's ship meant that she could spend long hours watching the clouds go by. But mainly it was because she was enthralled by Vigoro's tales of being an admiral. The only survivor of the once feared Imperial Armada! How amazing! It didn't take much for her to get him to start boasting about himself, either. As she thought of all the tales that her Captain had told her, she walked past a jewelry stand and something shimmering caused her head to turn.
Lost in a table of highly expensive gold and silver jewelry, was a shining, circular object hanging from a silver chain. It shone so much that it hurt Sique's eyes at first, but continuing to stare at it, she frew used to the light. It was a silvery white in color, and made the girl tug at the studded collar which hung around her neck.
The owner of the jewelry stand, in a deep conversation with a customer about a gold ring, didn't get to see the hypnotised way in which Sique stared at the necklace. She wasn't particularly obsessed with jewelry most of the time, but something about this made her want it. Judging Sique, someone might say that she was drawn to shiny objects, much like a small-brained animal might be.
The draco landed at the Nasrad port, and Betthany and Candy (the lookout and cook of Vigoro's crew) started loading the boxed supplies onto the airship.
Vigoro had known that Sique would be late, and rested against his ship lazily, watching the exit points of Nasrad for her.
Sique knew that she had no money, and that the necklace was surely very expensive. She put forward her hand, hoping to grab it and run off without being noticed, but sadly, this wasn't the case.
Sique made the mistake of putting her right hand out; seconds after she had enclosed her fingers around the pendant, the blades strapped over her hand flinched, hooking onto the cloth that covered the table. Of course, Sique hadn't seen this and, wanting to get away, ran off hurridly. The table cloth was pulled out from below the ownder of the stand, and the large woman disgussing a gold ring jumped back as earrings were tipped from a stand and onto her.
Jewelry flew over the floor and into the pond, some landed in mud and others were coated in dust.
Sique, still dragging the red table cloth, ran clumsily out of the exit of Nasrad.
The enraged stand-owner, bending down to pick up his scattered jewelry, glared after Sique and shouted, '' Fine! You stupid girl! Keep the necklace! It is cursed!''
But Sique, running towards Vigoro and the Draco, never heard the angry shouts of the man who's stand she had destroyed.
The Draco was a large ship, and since there were only six crew members (this was including Vigoro), each of them had the luxury of their own quaters.
Sique's quaters were small, but pretty. Her bedclothes and curtains were a soft baby pink (to match the top half of her hair, and her left eye), and she had a wooden wardrobe in which she kept her clothes.
Scattered around the room were various things which she had picked up, which were mostly skulls and bones of creatures. (which she had most probably eaten)
Her bed was placed infront of the window, who's curtains were drawn the majority of the time, allowing Sique a nice view of the darkening sky as she drifted off to sleep.
Sique watched the dark clouds pass over the sky as the helmsman of the Draco; Helen, tried to find an island on which to anchor it for the night. She had a faint feeling of constriction around her neck, but was too tired to pay attention to it, and decided that it was nothing to worry about.
Sique awoke in a dark place of which she had no understanding of. A feeling of anger and loss surrounded her, choking her mind in a terrifying way. She shivered, opening her mouth to speak, but only a weak whimper came out. Again, she tried, her voice shaking and sounding more like a helpless child than it usually did, '' ...Captain Vigoro...?''
A dark and cold laugh echoed around the place, making Sique whimper with fear. A figure appeared infront of Sique, his back to her. Dark mist swirled around him, disabling Sique from getting a clear view, the voice belonged to him, '' You won't find that fool here.''
Sique swallowed back tears of fright, and, feeling slightly safer due to company (since she was strong and felt that she need not fear the person), she asked '' ...where am I..?''
The figure turned to face her, the mist clearing and allowing Sique to get a view of his face, '' My world.''
She pressed her hand into her pocket and pulled out the list of supplies. Knowing that there was no need for it anymore, she stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed it whole. This was perfectly normal for Sique; the girl who would eat anything and everything.
Why did she carry on working for Vigoro? Partly because there was nothing better to do...she didn't need money, because she could live off what most people would class as garbage, and she had no goals in life. She liked to be free, and being the gunner of Vigoro's ship meant that she could spend long hours watching the clouds go by. But mainly it was because she was enthralled by Vigoro's tales of being an admiral. The only survivor of the once feared Imperial Armada! How amazing! It didn't take much for her to get him to start boasting about himself, either. As she thought of all the tales that her Captain had told her, she walked past a jewelry stand and something shimmering caused her head to turn.
Lost in a table of highly expensive gold and silver jewelry, was a shining, circular object hanging from a silver chain. It shone so much that it hurt Sique's eyes at first, but continuing to stare at it, she frew used to the light. It was a silvery white in color, and made the girl tug at the studded collar which hung around her neck.
The owner of the jewelry stand, in a deep conversation with a customer about a gold ring, didn't get to see the hypnotised way in which Sique stared at the necklace. She wasn't particularly obsessed with jewelry most of the time, but something about this made her want it. Judging Sique, someone might say that she was drawn to shiny objects, much like a small-brained animal might be.
The draco landed at the Nasrad port, and Betthany and Candy (the lookout and cook of Vigoro's crew) started loading the boxed supplies onto the airship.
Vigoro had known that Sique would be late, and rested against his ship lazily, watching the exit points of Nasrad for her.
Sique knew that she had no money, and that the necklace was surely very expensive. She put forward her hand, hoping to grab it and run off without being noticed, but sadly, this wasn't the case.
Sique made the mistake of putting her right hand out; seconds after she had enclosed her fingers around the pendant, the blades strapped over her hand flinched, hooking onto the cloth that covered the table. Of course, Sique hadn't seen this and, wanting to get away, ran off hurridly. The table cloth was pulled out from below the ownder of the stand, and the large woman disgussing a gold ring jumped back as earrings were tipped from a stand and onto her.
Jewelry flew over the floor and into the pond, some landed in mud and others were coated in dust.
Sique, still dragging the red table cloth, ran clumsily out of the exit of Nasrad.
The enraged stand-owner, bending down to pick up his scattered jewelry, glared after Sique and shouted, '' Fine! You stupid girl! Keep the necklace! It is cursed!''
But Sique, running towards Vigoro and the Draco, never heard the angry shouts of the man who's stand she had destroyed.
The Draco was a large ship, and since there were only six crew members (this was including Vigoro), each of them had the luxury of their own quaters.
Sique's quaters were small, but pretty. Her bedclothes and curtains were a soft baby pink (to match the top half of her hair, and her left eye), and she had a wooden wardrobe in which she kept her clothes.
Scattered around the room were various things which she had picked up, which were mostly skulls and bones of creatures. (which she had most probably eaten)
Her bed was placed infront of the window, who's curtains were drawn the majority of the time, allowing Sique a nice view of the darkening sky as she drifted off to sleep.
Sique watched the dark clouds pass over the sky as the helmsman of the Draco; Helen, tried to find an island on which to anchor it for the night. She had a faint feeling of constriction around her neck, but was too tired to pay attention to it, and decided that it was nothing to worry about.
Sique awoke in a dark place of which she had no understanding of. A feeling of anger and loss surrounded her, choking her mind in a terrifying way. She shivered, opening her mouth to speak, but only a weak whimper came out. Again, she tried, her voice shaking and sounding more like a helpless child than it usually did, '' ...Captain Vigoro...?''
A dark and cold laugh echoed around the place, making Sique whimper with fear. A figure appeared infront of Sique, his back to her. Dark mist swirled around him, disabling Sique from getting a clear view, the voice belonged to him, '' You won't find that fool here.''
Sique swallowed back tears of fright, and, feeling slightly safer due to company (since she was strong and felt that she need not fear the person), she asked '' ...where am I..?''
The figure turned to face her, the mist clearing and allowing Sique to get a view of his face, '' My world.''