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Post by Sinbad on Feb 4, 2009 18:04:31 GMT -5
Sinbad let out a laugh. "I don´t know." Really, what actually had they been arguing about? And anyways he had never seen it as arguing, more like... fencing with words. "Bryn, is that supposed to be a quiz?" he asked, his eyes slightly narrowed at the brunette, but the tone telling that he was not mad at her and more bemused than irritated.
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Post by alex on Feb 4, 2009 18:14:04 GMT -5
This took Bryn aback and she jerked her head, startled. "No, this is no quiz. I am just trying to help you in your mourning by bringing back the good memories of her. And, at the same time, I am learning a little more about her. No, you said that you don't know what you two were arguing about. What do you mean you don't know. Would you care to elaborate."
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Post by Sinbad on Feb 4, 2009 18:23:25 GMT -5
Good memories won´t bring her back, Sinbad thought with a trace of bitterness and for a moment his facial expression changed ever so slightly into a scowl that was not even directed at Bryn but at his own thoughts. What would it help to dig it all up, he asked himself. Was that even a good thing to do? Wouldn´t it just hurt all the more? For a moment he was just a short way from doing something. Snapping at her or just finding an excuse to leave. Some sort of active way to deal with it and yet hide again. Then he noticed that this was how he had reacted all along. And that had lead him nowhere good.
He raised a hand to rub the spot above his nose, giving a brief sigh that could as well be interpreted as a reaction to Bryn´s penetrant questions. "I don´t really know." he therefore repeated. "nothing important. Everyday things." Jealousies. Mostly jealousies. Veiled in flirting. "Whenever she felt she had to set my head straight again." Which had been a healthy thing. "Or the other way round."
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Post by alex on Feb 4, 2009 23:23:03 GMT -5
Bryn sensed Sinbad may be getting annoyed by her questions, so she tried to lighten the mood. She did not want to anger him, just have a friendly conversation with him which she hoped would lighten his mood. She was happy it was going somewhere. Sinbad could have always cut the conversation, or worse, get mad at her for bringing it up. This was the most she heard from Sinbad about Maeve in an entire year. "Have hope, Sinbad. Have hope. Refusing to mention her would not help the situation. She did not die. She is just gone, but she will come back one day." Bryn put a smile on her face. "Now, you said she argued with you about everyday things. Can you recall an example of your arguments."
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Post by Doubar on Feb 5, 2009 1:24:59 GMT -5
Doubar had a stretch. He let his eyes wander to the bright sun that was so close to reach her zenith and breathed in deeply. In the next moment he let his word raise above the warm wind that was gently pushing the Nomad forward. "Kemal", he called a younger sailor who was just fidging with some ropes. "Come here, boy. It's your shift now." The young man nodded briefly, shouting some words back, telling the first mate that he would just have to finish his work there first as it had been the captain's order. Doubar answered with a smile, knowing that the boy was right when first taking care of the ropes and besides the first mate didn't mind staying at the tiller one or two moments longer.
"As soon as Kemal comes I'm gonna see what those two are up to", Doubar muttered to himself while his attention was being drwan back to his little brother and the sorceress. Although she was smiling by know he could cleary see that Sinbad's mood hadn't impooved. Instead he could tell, there was now some kind of sorrow, uncertainness and maybe even a bit anger to be seen in his features...
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Post by Sinbad on Feb 5, 2009 1:25:14 GMT -5
He had been in a mostly gloomy mood until some days ago, a mood where he would sometimes even become somewhat aggressive even though usually not against his crew. Still, had she nagged him with questions about Maeve just a few days back, this conversation would have ended already. He didn´t like where this was going. He knew Bryn was just trying to bring a bit of light into his gloominess and strange behaviour, but he felt trapped. He had not talked about her much in the last year because it hurt. It still did. These days especially. And talking about her hurt even more. How would Bryn even know what she was saying was true? Well, something told him Maeve was not dead, probably Dermott would have reacted strangely if something really bad had happened to her, but still. She was gone, he was not where she was supposed to be.
He gave a sigh that sounded partly like he was giving up, partly that he thought this was ot going to lead anywhere. Countless examples came to his mind, but most of them involved jealousies and this was something he was not going to share no matter how many more questions Bryn was going to ask. "Everyday things like when there was trouble and we thougt." ... I thought... "she better keep her nose out of it. She would insist on being a member of the crew and coming along." He tossed Bryn a glance. "You´re nosy today, girl." Those last words were somewhat humourous, but his eyes did not convey that message. He just hoped Bryn woul get off that topic.
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Post by alex on Feb 5, 2009 1:43:53 GMT -5
"Nosy? Are you pulling my leg?" Bryn chuckled. "Okay, enough playing. So she argued with you because you treated her differently because she was a woman. So that is why women, like me, are respected on the Nomad. I would sure like to meet this Maeve." Bryn thought then chuckled, "It must have been hard for Maeve to live on a ship full on men who did not know how to treat a woman with respect."
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Post by Sinbad on Feb 5, 2009 3:37:59 GMT -5
Sinbad opened his mouth and closed it again, crossing his arms in front of his chest once more. No, he thought. His motives to be extra careful around her had ha nothing to do with the fact that she was a woman. "Who do you take me for?" he asked, giving a laugh but sounding just a tad hurt before he added, his voice softer now. "She´s always been treated with respect here." He would have kicked anyone off his ship who would have treated her in a lousy way. He had been protective. Obviously protective and oh how she had been annoyed by that now and then... as much as he believed she had enjoyed it.
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Post by alex on Feb 5, 2009 8:26:43 GMT -5
Bryn lowered her smile and looked down. She could sence Sinbad's touch of anger in his voice. She thought for a moment what to say which would not anger the captain. Finally she raised he head and looked at the young captain. "Sorry. I just was think about what she would argue to you about." She paused. "Do you have any other memories of her that you don't mind sharing."
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Post by Sinbad on Feb 5, 2009 10:06:25 GMT -5
Sinbad belatedly realised that obviously he had sounded as if he saw those arguments as something negative. It was, of course far from that. He reacted like this because Bryn, even though her intentions were no doubt meant well, was rubbing salt into old wounds. He had not talked about Maeve for a year and possibly this was strange for Bryn who had joined them just when they had been looking for her. The crew had always respected this, it was as if no one ever mentioned her because Sinbad never did. Just as if they were afraid to do what Bryn was doing right now. He tossed a quick glance over at the tiller. When did his brother´s shift end again?
"Lots of memories." he gave back again his answer kind of vague, his face neither amused nor angry. "I don´t really know what to pick or what you want to hear." He was trying to limit things down. If she was going to play at his feelings for her, this he was definitely not going to share. He was not the kind of person to openly display such things. And neither was Maeve.
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Post by Doubar on Feb 5, 2009 10:17:39 GMT -5
Humming an old sailor's song Kemal finally arrived at the tiller. "You're finished with the ropes?" Doubar asked with a light voice, knowing already that the young one was reliable and usually did a good job. The dark haired man nodded smilingly while he moved to take the first mate's place. "The winds are guiding us well and the waves are friendly today. You'll have a wonderful shift." With this Doubar patted the sailor's shoulders and handed him over the rudder. After taking one more glance towards his little brother he strolled of to the far side of the ship to finally join him and the brunette sorceress...
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Post by Dermott on Feb 5, 2009 10:38:52 GMT -5
Dermott tried to isolate the urge feeling in his heart. Where did it come from? Certainly not from himself. He briefly looked at the scene below on the deck. An amused Doubar was observing his little brother being questioned by Bryn about some subject which made him look evasive. Then he joined them pretty much intentioned to be included in the conversation. Firouz was lost in testing one of his inventions, Rongar was polishing his knives, when suddenly the whole crew started to sing a funny song which cheered everybody’s mood. But not his own.
There was a joyful atmosphere on the ship, so the strange, awkward, warning didn’t come from there. It was like a sort of reaction to something which belonged to a different place. Very far away from here. However, what Dermott wished to know the most was if this event was happening right now, was already happened in the past, or if it still had to be.
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Post by Doubar on Feb 5, 2009 11:11:35 GMT -5
While trotting off to where his little brother stood Doubar once again let his sight be distracted by the little furball that was flying high above their heads. Something about the bird seemed to be different today. The first mate could not tell just what made him think so but somehow his flight wasn't to be compared to his usual ones. He seemed to be distracted somehow, following a route that led him far away the Nomad only to suddenly turn around and get near the ship again. "One could think the little one's musing about something", Doubar mumbled but quickly felt a smirk spread on his face as he found this idea to be kinda funny. A thinking hawk. Just like he was human. But then again, he heard himself think, he was the Lass' hawk - a sorceress' guardian and you never know just what magic they might have inherited from them. This thought however quickly vanished as finally Doubar arrived at where the two he aimed for stood. Seeing the tense look on Sinbad's face the first mate decided to best pretend he did not know just what they must have been talking about. Putting on a broad smile he went closer to the two, nudging his little brother and greeting him with a cheerful: "Wonderful day to pay a visit to Basra, isn't it?"
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Post by Sinbad on Feb 5, 2009 11:22:42 GMT -5
Sinbad was grateful for Doubar to arrive. Not because of Bryn, but because of the subject she had started and because he had started to feel rather uneasy. Possibly, it had been obvious, but he said nothing about it. Instead, his facial expression visibly relaxed when his olde brother joined them. "Indeed." he said, smiling broadly. "A nice wind and almost no clouds. Just as it should be."
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Post by alex on Feb 5, 2009 11:40:24 GMT -5
Bryn looked at Doubar. "Oh, hi, Doubar." She then glanced at Sinbad. "I will leave you two alone." But before she left, she placed her hand on Sinbad's shoulder and looked him in the eye. She knew he was not feeling comfortable, but he just won't budge. She felt sorry for him. She knew Maeve would come back. Dimdim would not lie. She gently patted Sinbad on the shoulder before she got up to leave. Her smile was gone, but she was not frowning. She was disappointed. And if Sinbad, or anybody, looked in her eyes, they would know.
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