The fruit was taken from her hand, replaced by the steady wind surrounding them. Illinfers grip on the railing tightened further, her nails biting into the wood as the ship moved in the waves. To distract herself from the moving horizon she settled her eyes on Rhoynars hands, watched as he peeled the fruit and listened to his story. A smile appeared on her face, soon replaced by the empty gaze of memory. It sounded so familiar, a boy tricking his parents into thinking something had happened when it was nothing more than a prank. She took the fruit from his hand, looking at the vibrant colour. The juice of the Rakt Phal stained her lips as she ate, giving her features a different look. 

[i]"Tell me more about yourself, Illinfer. You've spent your journey learning about myself. I know very little about you."[/i] A little surprised she took a step back, feeling the railing in her side. „That isn‘t true. You know the most important things about me. That I am in the fire guild and that I am a widow. Things not everybody knows . . . My life was moved. I lost my mother when I was still very young. I have a brother, but only Ardebit knows where he is now. He‘s always been one to wander.“ Her gaze drifted out towards the open water. She bit her lip. He had revealed a secret, the fear for his family. Was it now her turn to repay that trust? Would she dare tell him what was waiting for her upon her return? Her thoughts played in her features, the inner talk about the fine line between responsibility, loyalty and trust. 

With her back turned towards the happenings upon the vessel she didn‘t see the man approach. „There is one thing I might . . . „ The foreign words made her jolt and spin around, hand upon the hilt of her sword. She quickly loosened up and smiled at the new arrival, likewise extending her hand in greeting. Had Rhoynar heard her? She didn‘t know if she could muster the courage to speak about her home later on, unprompted.
The captain and Rhoynar exchanged a flow of words she didn‘t understand before changing back to the traders tongue. The northern woman answered the questions towards her politely but without giving away any real information. When she could finally retreat from the discussion politely she did, turning her attention to the ocean. She got pulled into the view of the water rushing by. 

At some point she felt someone leaning against the railing next to her. She looked up to find Rhoynar and smiled shyly, her lips still red from the fruit he had given her. „I had no idea the ocean was so huge!“ Illinfer had relaxed a little, her mind distracted from the moving floor and engaged with fairy tales, legends and the journey ahead. „Have you been to the Second East often? How is it? Tell me.“