Tayliana Winddancer Dahtaligaar was doing everything she could as fast as possible to relieve Beau Bergeron of the net he’d been caught in.
She was scared. Sweat poured down her face as she cut the netting loose. Blood was on her hands, and she couldn’t tell where it was from, but Beau began to stir. Coming up with a dagger he managed to cut his way out of the remainder of the net.
Tayli breathed a sigh of relief. Despite it only being a few seconds, she felt like it’d lasted hours.
“Thank you chère, I owe you one”, Beau said, before planting a kiss on her cheek. “Nicked me there a bit though,” he continued, but he was chuckling as he ripped a piece of his shirt off and wrapped it around his forehead.
Tayliana was so relieved the injury wasn’t serious (or at the very least seemingly not life threatening) that she kissed him back hard and full on the lips; lost in the heat of the moment.
Captain Jean Lafitte III groggily woke up. He hadn’t been out long, and when his vision cleared he was struck with a rage. The little creatures were still running around, attacking his crew.
Pulling his machete he ran after them, swiping to chase them off, completely oblivious to his lookout’s presence, and having no idea if he hit anything. “Lotye!” Jeneyeru called out, and Lafitte looked around for the girl he’d met in the Lord Magus’ apartment in Sesus.
“She missing? They get her?” Lafitte called out in return, feeling his wits gathered about him (or, at the very least, feeling calmer than he had previously, if not truly recovered ). As he stepped at a jog towards his crossbowmen, he passed by Beau and Tayli in a somewhat compromising position. He might have smiled had he not had other things on his mind, but in his present state all he noticed was the bit of cloth wrapped around his First Mate’s head. Looks like I’m leading this one personally, Lafitte thought.
“You!” he called out to the nearest red coated crossbowmen, “Keep an eye out, the Lord Magus’ servant girl is missing!”, Lafitte yelled, despite him finding it rather difficult to do so himself.