Tayliana Winddancer Dahtaligaar watched in awe as the strands of seemingly pure dark aether stretched themselves into and around La Danse Calinda’s rigging. The technical skill and ability required for such complex magic was far above her abilities.
She knew, of course, that being the State Magus of the Grand Navigators meant that Nightwise was a highly skilled wizard, but she thought of the machine that she’d been only hours previously tirelessly cleaning with the rust remover. For a brief moment, she considered the task that had been set before her in Sesus. Her task to make it to Mt. Isolla, where the Calinda was currently heading.
Perhaps I won’t have to wait that long after all, she thought. Of course, she felt a massive pang of guilt at the thought. The Captain had already made clear his suspicions of their royal guests. Would he consider it a betrayal? she thought, to show the Magus the bowels of his prized ship? She didn’t know, but she did know the Captain had granted them permission to explore the ship.
Tayliana gritted her teeth. That sealed it, she needed the council of a high level wizard and here one had been delivered right into her hands. Such good fortune would not be put to waste by the likes of her. As stealthily as she could in the driving rain and scurrying crews making repairs and changing shifts, she slid her way towards the elves currently making their way towards their cabins.
“Um…” she began when she’d caught up to the cloaked and bejeweled wizard, and all of a sudden she hastily bowed, realizing her extreme rudeness. Been on a ruffian’s ship too long, she thought with an internal scowl. “I-mm, you wouldn’t mind me showing you a…different section of the Calinda, would you?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t come off as too much of a nervous school-girl.