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Nicolette O'Hara

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[[OOC: 4th Wintermarch, morning, the Waking Sea towards the Amaranthine Ocean]] Celeste Monroe

Nicolette had not known any of the crew members on the Wicked Grace more than a few weeks, but even if it had been only a matter of days she would have noticed the general lift in spirits ever since they had finally cast off from Kirkwall. When the final rope had been thrown and the small pilot boats started to tug them out towards the harbour entrance, every breath on board had been held, awaiting some last minute disaster; the masts to fall, the rudder to stick, the – she did not know enough of the terminology yet to guess at whatever else might have gone wrong.

And yet nothing had; they had sailed cleanly through The Twins, and they had slipped through the imposing bronze giants and the first ocean breeze had caught the sails, an almighty cheer had gone up. Celeste had not been the only one affected by the lengthened stay in Kirkwall, and as the usual jobs required to get a ship skimming across the waves took place, there was a general lifting of spirits that had been evident in every move of every sailor. Delighted by the rising energy, Nicolette had started a shanty with lyrics that were easy to learn for a call-and-response, and as the city had shrunk behind them everybody bellowed along and set to their jobs with a new vigour.

A vigour shared by their captain. Nicolette had slept a little later than Celeste this morning, having spent a good portion of the night enjoying the benefits of sharing the captain’s cabin and therefore having Celeste in arm’s reach. Celeste had met her enthusiasm with equal measure and it was with a happy languor that Nicolette finally stirred, taking a few extra minutes to relax in the warmth that the captain had left her with before finally dressing and preparing herself for the day.

It was still quite early. The crew not on night duties were still dozing beneath decks, and the dawn was partway through blooming, pink clouds crowning the golden disc of the rising sun. As they sailed north it would come earlier, and it would get warmer. Warmth! After months in chilly Kirkwall, it would be a blessing.

Speaking of blessings…

Celeste had taken to the helm, and Nicolette climbed the steps towards her. Gold strands of hair flickered around her face and the vivacious green eyes were as alight as Nicolette had ever seen them. She was truly in her element, at last.

Nicolette came up behind her and wrapped her arms around Celeste’s waist, loosely enough that she would not impede the other woman if she had to make a sudden move, and purred in her ear. “Good morning, my captain.”
 

Celeste Monroe

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Second only to being at the helm on a cloudless midnight when you could see every star in the sky overhead was being at the helm at dawn. Celeste had foregone the first pleasure, turning it over to Dax to retire to her cabin with Nicolette. She’d been pushing hard since casting off from the docks at Kirkwall, the superstitious sailor in her convinced that something was going to happen that would hinder them: a snapped line, a broken rudder … something. Not until they had cleared the harbor had that dread lifted, and when they had finally hoisted the sails -

Watching them billow as the wind filled them, feeling the Wicked Grace leap forward as though her ship shared her eagerness to be under way, she’d been reborn. She’d spent the rest of the day on deck: sometimes at the helm, sometimes helping to adjust the sails, sometimes aloft in the crow’s nest, glorying in the freshness of the salt air, the feel of the water rushing past the hull, the land on the port side receding from view until there was nothing in sight but the open ocean, the sound of Nicolette’s voice echoed by the crew, every one of them sharing her jubilation at being once more back where they belonged.

Normally, that elation would have kept her on deck long after the sun had sunken into the sea behind them, but the invitation in Nicolette’s eyes had been impossible to resist. She had spent much of the night introducing the minstrel to the experience of making love on a ship that rocked gently through the waves, only succumbing to a pleasantly loose-limbed exhaustion in the wee hours of the morning. But internal rhythms developed over a lifetime at sea still had her awake well before sunrise, and even the soft warmth of the woman asleep at her side wasn’t enough to keep her abed for long once her eyes were open.

She kept a cautious eye on the southeastern horizon, but the skies remained largely clear, the sky ahead shifting from deepest black toward violet, then red, orange and gold, the wispy clouds catching fire briefly in the moments before the edge of the sun appeared above the waves. Celeste shifted her gaze slightly, a smile of welcome touching her lips as Nicolette came into view, eyes still ever so slightly hazy from sleep.

“Good morning, my captain.” Arms slipped around her waist, and Celeste leaned back slightly into the embrace, turning her head to meet soft lips with her own while keeping her hands steady on the wheel.

“Good morning, beautiful,” she replied. She turned her eyes forward again, where the sunrise illuminated the wind-swollen sails and cast the masts and lines into silhouette. Torgun, Bailey and Piotr moved about on the main deck, making the minute adjustments needed to capture the greatest amount of the breeze. “What do you think of her now?” To this point, Nico had only seen the Wicked Grace tied up, mastless and crippled. Like an injured bird. Now, her ship flew free once more, and Celeste’s spirits soared across the waves with her.
 

Nicolette O'Hara

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Nicolette could have kept her distance and been happy enough just watching Celeste for quite some time. Her joy at being back at the helm shone through her, and while Nicolette had seen Celeste happy in a number of different situations, she had never seen her as full of life as she appeared now.

But Nicolette knew the other woman wouldn’t begrudge her getting closer, and she gave in to the desire to wrap herself around Celeste, breathing in her scent; one that offered increasing comfort every time Nicolette noticed it. The kiss was brief, but tender, and when Celeste turned her gaze back to the horizon, Nicolette nestled her chin into the crook of Celeste’s shoulder, a soft happy hum escaping her.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

For a moment, they gazed out together over the ship. A few of the crew were tweaking ropes and doing other things, the purpose at which Nicolette could not guess, but other than that they were alone. Above them, the sails had caught the wind at their backs and billowed full, rippling slightly in the breeze. Golden sun crept across the decking and set the sea alight, dazzling Nicolette for a moment. She had been at sea many times before now but she had always missed this moment at the dawn, and she could not think of a better situation in which she could be seeing it for the first time.

“What do you think of her now?”

Nicolette did not need to weigh her words. Even if she had not been experiencing her own delight at seeing Celeste so enlivened by finally being away from Kirkwall, the Wicked Grace was a beautiful ship and she leapt across the waves with ease. No wonder Celeste had been on edge, waiting for her to be whole again.

“She is magnificent. I can see why you missed her so much.” Nicolette stepped back a little, resting her hands lightly on Celeste’s shoulders, a playful smile in her tone. “Do you wish me to leave you both alone a little while?”

If Celeste did want to be left in peace to renew her acquaintance with her ship, Nicolette would not begrudge her that; she would go to the front of the ship and admire the view from there. She would be a little reluctant to abandon the other woman’s warmth, though.
 

Celeste Monroe

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Had the seas been rough, or the winds shifting, Celeste would have gently disengaged from Nicolette’s embrace. She was insouciant and irreverent about nearly everything on land, and she frequently seemed the same at sea, but her ship was one of the few things that she took seriously. Any shenanigans or distractions that might endanger the Wicked Grace or her crew were out of the question, and everyone on board knew it.

But this morning might have been sent by the Maker as an apology for spending much of the past few months pissing on their heads: clear sky, steady and brisk winds, and gentle swells that the schooner skipped through with the sleek ease of a dolphin. Given the season, they were all but guaranteed to encounter worse before they made it to Antiva City, so Celeste was damned if she wasn’t going to enjoy this while it lasted, with her lover warm at her back, the whole damn world spread out before her, and her ship finally able to take her to it.

“She is magnificent,” Nico murmured with a reverence that kindled a glow of approval in the captain’s chest. “I can see why you missed her so much.” She shifted, ending the embrace and stepping back a bit, her hands moving to Celeste’s shoulders. “Do you wish me to leave you both alone a little while?” Her voice was gently teasing, but Celeste knew that she would be given solitude if she wanted it.

She didn't.

“No need.” Celeste shook her head and took one hand off the wheel, capturing one of the minstrel’s hands and guiding it back around her waist, drawing them back together. “You need to get to know her, too.” There was more than romantic whimsy behind the idea - though there was more of that present than Celeste would admit to anyone except maybe Gideon; there would come a time when all hands would be needed on deck, and Nicolette would be called upon to do more than provide music to work by. Best to get her acclimated before that necessity arose.

In fact …

Celeste cast an appraising eye on the sails and the sea. “Ever steered a ship?” she asked, turning her head to look back at the minstrel with a smile. She couldn’t have asked for better weather for a first lesson.
 
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