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[color=Mediumpurple]Time[/color]: Dawn
[color=Plum]Location[/color]: Mermaid's fortune deck
[color=Mediumpurple]Interactions[/color]: [@Legion02]
[color=Plum]Ambience[/color]: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lyt7enNpwvk] Calm sailing  [/url]

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Nur was rudely interrupted by the sea witch Aharuhn. A day would come, sooner rather than later where she would find some curse to instill some manners into this wretched excuse of a man. He was bad mouthing the men she was tending to. They made an effort to ignore Aharuhn much to her satisfaction. The sailor whom she'd helped recover from his seas sickness was intimidated by the presence of the sea witch. She could tell by his body language. He was trying to excuse himself from the scene rather awkwardly. Before he had the chance to fully scurry away however Nur took his hand once again, asking after his well being. Having ensured he would not faint on the spot Nur felt it was alright to let him leave. She just wanted to make it obvious he left on her terms, and because she told him to. Not because Aharuhn was threatening him. Nur would not let him treat her patients like that. 

He shoved a crumpled piece of parchment into her hands forcefully. She put down her basket with tea and held the parchment with both hands, so the wind wouldn't fold it every which way. Her eyes wandered over the crude attempts at some sort of glyph. She realized it wasn't ink he'd used, the faint smell of iron made her wrinkle her nose in disgust. Nur began to recognize certain markings, while others didn't seem to make much sense, remaining a mystery. Aharuhn was hovering over her and it filled her with a sense of discomfort, displeasure evident on her face. She knew glyphs of this kind were used in a rarely practiced magical tradition, one in which her clan dabbled in. It was rumored to drive women who commanded such magic insane. 

Merely holding something of such gravity made Nur weary and at the same time also somewhat scared. She hated to admit Arahun was the  one on the ship who scared her. She could not disarm him with her charms which disturbed her. It was the only weapon at her disposal to protect herself, since her magic was unreliable and fading. Nur was determined not to show her fear. She pushed the parchment back into his hands, glad to be rid of it. 

[color=Mediumpurple]"I've never seen this before in my life"[/color] She lied poorly. Her tone was unconvincing, the fear of the dangerous magic having seeped into her voice despite her best efforts. 

Nur turned to face him. She picked up her basket and held it between them like a sort of barrier. If he was going to attempt something she had no trouble splashing his face with boiling tea. 
[color=Mediumpurple]"Now stay out of my way, I'm tending to the crew."[/color] She spat at him, her voice was on the verge of trembling. He had really caught her of guard with that parchment. 
[color=Mediumpurple]"Don't you have some cloud to interpret"[/color] Nur sneered, pointing up at a mostly cloudless sky. She whirled around, hastening herself to be away from the man. The confounded witch took refuge near a group of sailors who were polishing the woodwork. She offered them some tea, needing some herself to calm her fluttering heart.