Aalakrys

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Alrighty, I'll work up a post and put it in sometime tonight, tomorrow latest. :D

EDIT: okie, got a intro post up. I hope it's okay?

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Phew, finally caught up reading. The siblings are adorable, especially Isaac and his getting a date. How cute.

D&D 5e Rime of the Frostmaiden.

Rinx, Changeling Bard

Masquerade Personas

Valna Moonsong

Race: Moon Elf

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Shell Sorting is Serious Business

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The latent hummed groan that came from beneath a pile of patchwork quilt as Penelope stretched her tender legs was the first indication the pilot was waking. When between ports, she operated more like clock-work, keeping to a set schedule that mostly left her in the flight deck. But, when the ship she was piloting was docked, she was one to fully embrace shore-leave and off-duty life unless the captain called on her for something or another.

A sigh escaped her lips as she pulled the blanket off her head, her eyes staring up at the curved ceiling of her quarters. When she’d made it back in the late hours of the night, Penelope had been ready for sleep. It had been a good day, everything was good with the captain, she’d made a new set of local friends, and the shore supplied her with a very good haul. Though her legs were sore from all the walking, she couldn’t be sore herself. Besides, as her smile returned, it was a good sort of pull in her calves. Once she got up the ladder, a little walk around would stretch it right out.

But first - the treasure! The young woman’s head turned on her pillow to the backpack she’d placed down carefully in the corner of the room, out of foot traffic if she got up in the middle of the night. Again she stretched out, the blanket still covering her bare legs, and carefully dragged the pack over by the just captured strap. Lifting it up and placing it on her covered lap, she unclasped the flap that secured the largest part first and began to pull out her findings.

Penelope had been mindful to take some cloth with her to wrap up the more fragile pieces and a few small plastic bottles for smaller prizes. Among the scraps of burlap and cotton were cowries, winkles, whelks, scallops, lettered olives, augers, and conkles and many more. They all had nice color splashes or patterns, separating them from the many that had littered the stretch of sand she’d walked on. A circular dish with a twisted lid secured small sand dollars, and a large one as big as her hand was safely tucked in the front pocket so it wouldn’t get broken on the journey back. Inside a tiny corked bottle was a star-shaped white remnant she’d found inside the center of a broken one. There was a chance to get a large starfish, but she saw its little tendrils moving and instead returned it to the sea just in case it was still alive. Later on, she’d found a few small dried out ones and decided to give them a new purpose so pocketed them in the other front pocket.

Admittedly, her favorite thing to find was sea glass and the local friends she had made had not steered her wrong at all. That beach had an abundance of it. Recycling recycled goods brought a smile to her face, and the pouch she had pulled out had her positively beaming. That was for later though, she knew, so she set it aside in the circular spread of sea forming around her atop the quilt.

The task at hand was to make a decision she couldn’t make last night: which one of the shells said ‘Abby’? The backpack now returned to the floor empty, her hazel eyes studied the contestants all laid out before her. First, there was a perfect pair forming the angel wings that gave the shell its name - half a foot long and still connected while flat open. It was an incredible find. The matching zebra ark shell seemed a better fit for Abby, looking more like the wings of a fiery little sprite. But her eyes kept straying over to the conches.

Like the sand dollars, she’d collected a variety of sizes, but there were also different designs to these lovely shells. As she was hunting, she found more than a few that had a little critter still living inside. Nearly all, she’d returned to where they were, but one… she picked up the shell she’d carried in her hand the entire way back. It was a little thing, white and spiraled with tan. Inside, her new little friend peeked out at her from his shell at being lifted from the circular tray filled with sand that she’d left him on while she slept.

“What do ya say, Herbert? A conch for Abbs?” She grinned, tilting him to look at the choices. He started to creep out of his shell a little, getting a laugh from her. “No, we’re not looking for new real estate, mister. But… that is a nice one.”

After setting Herbert the hermit crab back in his temporary lodging, she carefully crawled out from her sea bed so as to not disturb the strayed items and went through the motions of getting dressed. Trading her long jersey knit sleeping gown for a loose cotton top and pair of wide-legged cloth capris that she tied at the waist before tying back her mussed hair, Penelope gave a gentle brush of her finger to Herbert before leaving with the shell that she had no idea what it was aside from knowing it was Abby’s.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

Heeey~ the last few days have been a bit busy but I have my sea legs now. Pen will need to visit Abby to deliver the promised treasure, and then speak with the captain after discovering their next destination. So, I request JPs for day 2 & 3 from you and Wolf a'piece. ;D

Firefly - Second 'Verse

I also really like Alana's photo thumbnail ;D

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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By the time Penelope had her feet in the cool, moist sand of the long stretch of beach, she'd already made some new friends and had set up plans with them for the next day. They'd left her at the coast to do her thing while going off to get what they needed for tomorrow's adventure. She'd always been glad for company, so had been thrilled to be offered a ride to where she was going by the pair. They told her all about what gave them cause to be on New Melbourne, how the season was expected to help out their business, and then gave her the sort of tips you could only glean from locals.

The trip to the secluded beach had been a long one, but well worth it to find it mostly deserted and stocked full of fresh sea treasure. Her new friends had promised that as she had rode on the back of their little truck, talking through the window as wind helped carry them along at times and rock the little beater at others.

That gentle smile lit her face as she strode down to the shore, arms rolling on the waves of wind as she danced with it. Penelope didn't need music, the waves rolling in a strong lap with the remnants of storm made its own melody. Along the way to dip her toes in, she'd pause if something caught her eye and kneel down to inspect it. The pattern continued all without interruption until her backpack was full and she stood watching the sun set over the steady waves, thigh deep in the cold water as salty spray misted her with each pull.

She'd sighed happily as the final glint of sunshine disappeared over the horizon, and turned to head back into town. If she didn't quite make it to the ship, that'd be fine. Penelope quite liked sleeping outdoors. There were less trees here than home - hard pressed to find a planet that had more than Greenleaf - but the sound of the ocean made up for it. Couldn't quite hear that everywhere, and she wasn't one to turn down a good relish.

Firefly - Second 'Verse

I'm on part 4 while I guard the door from temperatures. xD Might even finish reading it with how slow we apparently are this hour. No wonder this trip fits in so well on a Firefly... xD it's a fun read, thank you guys!

Firefly - Second 'Verse

@Gunther I'm not sure anyone said you did? xD

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It may take me a minute to read all nine parts, but I will catch up later today! I posted a tiny Penelope post. Maybe do her beach post after Hook and Cal go finishing. ^^

Firefly - Second 'Verse

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Stepping off the ramp and into the port, the wind that had been coursing up through the cargo bay struck against Penelope like a wave. She caught her hat so its floppy brim danced along her head just as the skirt of her dress flew. Of course, she always wore her knee-length leggings beneath, because she weren’t foolish to go out in a gale like this one without them. ‘Sides, the tight bodice kept it from inching up, so she had no worries of showing off any skin without meanin’ to. Not that she were either shy or equally modest. Just reasonable to not want unwanted attention - though she’d get it sometimes anyway.

The pilot was more than capable of taking care of herself against the common drunkard, if it came down to it, so she never walked anywhere alone in a state of fear or anticipation looming over her. Wasn’t her style. Likely why should could walk with that easy sense of security like she did, breezing on through the places she passed like a spring wind. That, and a smaller, sharper reason tucked away on her person, of course.

The wind tossing all around her though was what she lived for. The otherwise seemingly good girl secured that hat with the twine and bead strap attached mostly to keep her hair from tossin’ all abouts in her face and she let the wind carry her away. There weren’t a specific destination - rarely was. Any beach would do with the waves tossin’ like they were after a storm.

If there were any rain that planned on coming back for a second dousing, Penelope welcomed it. She loved a good storm. It cleared most folk from the beach, leaving her the choice of treasures that washed ashore. A nice shell was already on her list, for Abby, and she hoped to find some sea glass and maybe a little snipper to show Sam. Of course, she’d return it - no ocean critter belonged in space. Not free enough, in a little tank. At least Lucky had the ability to escape and wander where he pleased aboard. Sea critters wouldn’t fare as well.

That was what led Penelope’s thoughts predominantly as she got directions to a good shore spot, and a few curious looks at her outfit compared to the weather. Not that it dimmed her sunny disposition none. It could’ve been a different story had the conversation with the captain gone poorly, but no sense on wandering on what-ifs. That weren’t her style either.