Illinfer followed Rhoynar out into the courtyard. They moved through the market of Astipor and Illinfer couldn‘t help but look around and catch glimpses of exotic fruits, spices and clothing. [i]"Wait here."[/i] She heard the knight say and looked up to him. He vanished in the crowd. This gave the northern woman some time to take in her surroundings. The air was rich with foreign scents. Spices from beyond the sea filled her nostrils making her think of the gardens and arms around her . . . Shaking her head to get rid of the memory she turned just in time to see Rhoynar reappear. She was handed a small orange ball . . . and looked at it puzzled as to what she was supposed to do with it. There was little time to worry about it though. The ship would be leaving soon and they had to get to the port. 

Ships came into sight and soon after the sea breeze hit her like a gust of wind. She could taste the salt in the air, smell the heavy scent of seaweed and fish. Seagulls called above them, darting down close to the waves just to return to the high skies. Fascinated the northern woman barely noticed her companion board the ship. As she realised it she hurried to his side. The fruit still in her hand she looked at the ship, over the battered but sturdy wood, wind beaten sails. Never before had she set foot upon a vessel a huge as this one. Pushing back her black hair she looked up the mast. Then the ground beneath her moved and she gripped the railing in a panic. Astipor was slowly drifting away as they picked up speed. Mesmerised she hadn‘t noticed the bustle aboard. Men ran around, opening sails, releasing the toes and pulling on ropes Illinfer could only guess the use of. 

Her knuckles went white she was gripping the wood so hard, the bright fruit in her other hand, braced against her chest. She had not been prepared for the slight sway of waves. Leaning her hip against the railing she hoped to get a little more hold. Finally her eyes met Rhoynars. The northern warrior blushed slightly, averting her eyes to gaze upon the water rushing by. She held out the fruit to him. „Will you show me how to eat it?“ She didn‘t meet his gaze, too embarrassed about not feeling safe aboard the vessel. The wind played with her raven strands, making them dance across her cheeks. Steel blue eyes were lowered to deep waters of similar colour.