((11 Firstfall, 35 Dragon – Early Afternoon – The Docs - @Celeste Monroe ))
Let it never be said that Elunara didn't at least have a bit of luck on her side. Horrible, twisted and sometimes downright rotten luck, but still luck. Her second day here and there was no sign nor word from Zevran but she had found a bit of work. And no, it was not darning socks – nor was it anything so righteous as helping the guard this time. A search and rescue so to speak. Benjamin, the boy she had entertained on their voyage here, had gone missing.
It would have been comical how quickly his mother had changed her tune, learning that Elunara was indeed more skilled in matters other than hide and seek, had it not been about her missing son. She had been nothing more than an elf – a babysitter and servant on the boat. But, the woman had all but thrown herself at her feet when Elunara came around to return the plush animal he had forgotten – not even a full day and adventure had called to the young lad like a moth to flame. He had apparently disappeared sometime during the night.
Children would be children. Or so she had thought, up until her searching all morning and now into the afternoon had turned up neither hide nor hair of young Ben. No one seemed to have seen a short mop of curly dark hair and probably a face still smudged with mud. Perhaps it was because she wasn't at all familiar with the layout of the city, or more probably, she had absolutely no connections to anyone here, but no one really wanted to talk to her either. Even to the elves in the Alienage she was nothing more than an outsider yet; someone to be watched.
Why had she agreed so quickly to this again? ”Maker va savoir pourquoi...” [”Maker knows why...”] A soft grunt escaped her as she answered herself out loud, heading toward what she hoped was the direction of the docs. He had promised her a swim lesson after all, perhaps he was simply exploring by the water. She tried in vain not to think about what might have happened should he have fallen in, her steps quickening despite herself.
The sound of birds crying overhead reached her ears well before the sound of water or the sight of boats and it was these that she followed until she reached the somewhat more familiar sight of the docs. She had just spent a good portion of yesterday here after all. A bit more luck was slipped her way as her eyes settled on the ship that had gotten her here, a few of it's sailors still hanging around. She approached directly, not wanting to waste anymore of the day than she needed. It was an elf that she approached, not bothered by the fact that he was working in nothing more than a pair of cropped pants.
”Do you remember a young boy who got off your ship just yesterday? About this -” she measured with her hand, ” tall and dark curly hair?” A grunt was given in reply and the elf took it to mean she could continue. ”He went missing last night. Did he come here at all?”
”First...it ent my ship,” he clarified with a bit of amusement, a finger lifting then to scratch at his chin. ”If the Captain overheard me talkin' like it were, I'd be overboard faster than you can blink those pretty blue eyes of yers.” Alright. Well, with that out of the way.... ”Eh....couldn't tell ye lass. There was a few of 'm playin' with a ball 'fore breakfast. Don't remember the color of their hair m'fraid.” A hand was tossed through a length of copper red hair as the elven sailor shrugged his tan and tattooed shoulders, shooting her a flash of a smile before he moved onto some menial task to be done on the deck of the ship, leaving her alone once again. Put off and out of ideas she leaned up against a bit of parked cargo, her arms folding over her chest.
So much for her luck...
Let it never be said that Elunara didn't at least have a bit of luck on her side. Horrible, twisted and sometimes downright rotten luck, but still luck. Her second day here and there was no sign nor word from Zevran but she had found a bit of work. And no, it was not darning socks – nor was it anything so righteous as helping the guard this time. A search and rescue so to speak. Benjamin, the boy she had entertained on their voyage here, had gone missing.
It would have been comical how quickly his mother had changed her tune, learning that Elunara was indeed more skilled in matters other than hide and seek, had it not been about her missing son. She had been nothing more than an elf – a babysitter and servant on the boat. But, the woman had all but thrown herself at her feet when Elunara came around to return the plush animal he had forgotten – not even a full day and adventure had called to the young lad like a moth to flame. He had apparently disappeared sometime during the night.
Children would be children. Or so she had thought, up until her searching all morning and now into the afternoon had turned up neither hide nor hair of young Ben. No one seemed to have seen a short mop of curly dark hair and probably a face still smudged with mud. Perhaps it was because she wasn't at all familiar with the layout of the city, or more probably, she had absolutely no connections to anyone here, but no one really wanted to talk to her either. Even to the elves in the Alienage she was nothing more than an outsider yet; someone to be watched.
Why had she agreed so quickly to this again? ”Maker va savoir pourquoi...” [”Maker knows why...”] A soft grunt escaped her as she answered herself out loud, heading toward what she hoped was the direction of the docs. He had promised her a swim lesson after all, perhaps he was simply exploring by the water. She tried in vain not to think about what might have happened should he have fallen in, her steps quickening despite herself.
The sound of birds crying overhead reached her ears well before the sound of water or the sight of boats and it was these that she followed until she reached the somewhat more familiar sight of the docs. She had just spent a good portion of yesterday here after all. A bit more luck was slipped her way as her eyes settled on the ship that had gotten her here, a few of it's sailors still hanging around. She approached directly, not wanting to waste anymore of the day than she needed. It was an elf that she approached, not bothered by the fact that he was working in nothing more than a pair of cropped pants.
”Do you remember a young boy who got off your ship just yesterday? About this -” she measured with her hand, ” tall and dark curly hair?” A grunt was given in reply and the elf took it to mean she could continue. ”He went missing last night. Did he come here at all?”
”First...it ent my ship,” he clarified with a bit of amusement, a finger lifting then to scratch at his chin. ”If the Captain overheard me talkin' like it were, I'd be overboard faster than you can blink those pretty blue eyes of yers.” Alright. Well, with that out of the way.... ”Eh....couldn't tell ye lass. There was a few of 'm playin' with a ball 'fore breakfast. Don't remember the color of their hair m'fraid.” A hand was tossed through a length of copper red hair as the elven sailor shrugged his tan and tattooed shoulders, shooting her a flash of a smile before he moved onto some menial task to be done on the deck of the ship, leaving her alone once again. Put off and out of ideas she leaned up against a bit of parked cargo, her arms folding over her chest.
So much for her luck...
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