Post by Zen on Mar 11, 2021 15:47:30 GMT -5
Treyjen, Nalyra
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Asirikai seemed to think his warning about his sister was quite amusing. Most men did. Nalyra was rather small, even for a woman, and her wild sort of beauty drew men in easily. They had no idea they were prey until she’d already chewed them up and spat them back out. It didn’t matter how he tried to warn them, they never listened. They probably thought he was just being a typical overprotective brother, but his sister was free to enjoy time with whoever she liked… so long as it couldn’t bite them all in the ass if things went wrong. As it could with Asirikai.
Nalyra quite enjoyed what she felt beneath the man’s sleeve and was looking forward to the chance to explore him a bit more when he agreed that he would like a tour from her. “I am happy to be at your disposal then, my Lord,” she grinned, playing with the title, sliding her hand up his arm to get an even better feel for what she might be dealing with. He had strong arms, that was for sure. If only Treyjen would go away and let her have him already. Instead he was hinting at their piracy and she imagined if Asirikai put it together what they were then he might just lose interest. Some men and their silly morals could ruin a good thing before it began.
Treyjen thought his eyes might roll right out of his head if she kept this up much longer, playing to the man’s ego, going so far as to call him my Lord when he was not one yet. Shells. He was trying to have a rather important conversation with the man and Nalyra was doing everything she could to distract him from it. It was certainly a good test of the man’s willpower, though. He seemed to be keeping up with them both just fine, which was mildly impressive. He spoke of leniency, time to adjust. Treyjen wondered if they could leave it behind. Their piracy predated Mavros, and the Storm’s Eye could still be recognized as a stolen ship in other port Holds. Was there a chance they could just be traders again? Treyjen wasn’t optimistic, but he was sure many of the crew would find the idea appealing.
Asirikai asked if he had any other questions, but Nalyra spoke first, “Yes, Treyjen, do you? Honestly, how long do you plan to interrogate the man? It’s hardly fair to monopolize so much of his time.” Treyjen cast an annoyed glare at his sister. As if she didn’t plan to monopolize him herself. This was far more important than her play time. So with a smirk and a thought, he summoned Pearl. The gold seaspitter popped into existence above his head, circling once before she noticed Nalyra and screeched angrily at the woman, swooping at her. “TREYJEN!” Nalyra ducked behind Asirikai, seething, “Get that THING away from me!”
He forced Pearl to his shoulder where she continued to hiss in Nalyra’s direction, wings flared and eyes whirling red, “Sorry, little sister… she must have sensed you were here.” She would have liked to continue screaming at him, but she didn’t want to sour the impression she’d already made on Asirikai. And Treyjen knew it. So she had no outlet for her anger, and Treyjen’s triumphant smirk wasn’t helping. If she looked at his stupid smug face for much longer she wasn’t going to be able to control herself. “I’m sure Yelanna is waiting for you by now… you shouldn’t keep her waiting.”
She gritted her teeth, glaring at her brother, and was left with little other recourse but to leave before she lost it on him. With a last pointed glare at Treyjen, she turned and leaned up just a little toward Asirikai, “Unfortunately I do have plans at the moment… but if you’d like to take me up my offer, you can send someone to my ship, the Bright Wing, and have them send for me. And of course, you’ll be welcome aboard as well.” Her hand lingered on his shoulder for a moment before she shot another ugly look at Treyjen, which had Pearl hissing again, and turned to stalk away before the stupid thing could attack her again.
Treyjen reached up to stroke the spitter under her chin, quite pleased with himself. He laughed softly as Nalyra left the ship before turning his attention back to Asirikai, “My apologies for Pearl. She’s rather possessive of me and dislikes women. It doesn’t seem to matter to her that Nalyra is my sister.” With Nalyra gone, Pearl settled some, turning her whirling red gaze to Asirikai.
Treyjen was finally free to return to the matter at hand, “Your answers to my questions thus far have been quite satisfactory, Asirikai. I doubt the pirates of Mavros could hope for a much better outcome than the one you’ve offered. Putting a stop to the piracy around Mavros is certainly a necessity to improve relations with the rest of Pern, but neither should a man be condemned for the things he’s driven to in the name of survival. If conditions at Mavros improve, there would certainly be no more need to resort to less than moral means to provide for one’s family.” In theory, at least. The fishers at Mavros would be able to take full advantage of Asirikai’s clemency, but he and his crew still needed to travel to other parts of Pern, who might not be so willing to grant the same forgiveness for their crimes.
And Treyjen wasn’t sure about a solution for that. Changing the names of their ships to hide their tracks, so to speak, would be all but an admission of guilt for those that knew of them already… unless he could use the occasion at Mavros as a cover, perhaps. A new start for Mavros, a new start for his fleet, and names to suit? It was something to consider, though it left a sour taste in his mouth to change the name of his ship. Still, a change of name would be a small price to pay if it allowed his crew to live normal lives again.
“I can’t promise you anything until I’ve had a chance to speak to your peers, but you’ve a good chance at my support, I think,” he admitted finally, considering the man. And because he enjoyed a decent wager, he decided to offer the man a chance to confirm his support now. With a grin, he inclined his head slightly, “Are you a betting man, Asirikai? I’ll commit my support now, before I’ve had a chance to speak to a single one of your competition, if you think you can keep up with me in a drinking contest. I’ll even let you choose the drink. I’ve a decent selection aboard.” He raised a brow, curious if he would accept or not, and laughed lightly, “You won’t lose my support over the matter either way, though if you prove a lightweight you may lose a bit of my respect.” He expected a fellow sailor to have a decent constitution, after all. Asirikai didn't have much to lose by accepting, unless the drink loosened his lips and he said something he didn't mean to. Treyjen was also curious what sort of drunk the man might be, and was confident in his ability to outlast him. It was just another test, really, one for his own amusement, and also because Treyjen rather thought the best way to really get to know a man was over drinks.
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