Guild Airship, Top Deck
Banksia Skyline Route # 14: En route to the 5th Hierarchical Realm, Suphlatus
Laz didn't say anything in response Adelyn's initial response, though not for lack of wanting. Even in the silence that ticked afterward, he felt that impulsive, angry side of him wanting to jump out yelling and cursing like he usually did. But he didn't. He bit his tongue, kept still and just. . . waited. If she didn't respond, then she didn't respond but. . . it was clear to him that she wasn't as alright as she was trying to seem. The captain's words had gotten to her and Laz knew that reminders of what you'd lost were never pleasant, especially if they're done as part of an insult.
After a time, his patience was award with an opening, if a small one. Despite the distance and substances between them, Laz heard the girl's words with little difficulty. He heard the frustration and anger behind them, the slight tinge of loss and fresh grief and felt. . . guilty. Prob more than anyone else on the ship, he had been trying to get her to go along with the program, partly out of annoyance, but mostly just. . . because. . . it just. . .he'd thought he knew better.
With a sigh and a breath the young mage rose from his seat of the steps, turning his magic off as he made his way from the trapdoor to sit next to the white haired girl. He kept a distance between them, his back to hers as he sat in a cross-legged position, body bowed low as he tried to think of something to say. Several times he'd make a sound, as if about to say something before letting the silence draag on as the words fell back into his mind, either not feeling right or just. . . seeming to die in his throat. Until finally. . .
The words were simple and to the point, but the tone in which they were said was different from how Laz usually sounded. There was no confidence, no brash enthusiasm. . . no warmth o r passion. . . as if all the traits that defined the young mage had been drained right out of him. Or, perhaps, had never truly been there to begin with.
"I can't speak for the captain or anyone else on board but. . . I want to apologize for my part in making you feel as you do. I've pushed you and berated you to just get with the program and join with us. To stop worrying about things, stop 'being difficult'. I've. . . been a jerk to you. And I'm sorry about it." Taking a deep breath, Laz kept himself bowed as he rested his palms on his knees, eyes kept downward as he continued speaking. "I just thought that you'd, ya know, be like me. After losing everything like that. . . I wish I'd had people like the Cloud Chasers around. Instead, I was left alone, in the dark, with no one. I just thought that, maybe. . . maybe i could do my best to make you see that being alone just. . . really sucks. . . but I never really thought about your position. About your thoughts. I just thought I knew you and. . . I don't. That's my mistake and I'll own up to it."
"The captain was a right prick to say what he did and I was equally at fault for cheering it on like I did. Maybe he could've specified a bit more, do something to let the crew know your family was good folk but. . . he didn't. A captain should look out for everyone aboard his ship as best he can, and if he doesn't than, well. . . you should have the right to leave. And while I doubt the captain will do so, at least easily. . . I'm down to sneak you off at the next opportunity." It was a this point that Laz's voice regained some of it's fire again, though still much more subdued than was the norm for the young pirate. "I got some pay from my time here, not much but should be enough to get you a ferry ride to whereever you might need to go with some chang eto spare, mind you don't let the ferrymen gip ya. And I know my way around a glider so sneaking you off when we're near a port shouldn't be too hard. Just have to get past Alex sometimes, and all that takes is a bit of good Inquistor booze I find from time to time on the ships we wreck . . . and maybe a tinse of specially made sleeping powder mixed in."
Laz chuckled a bit at that, remembering the times when he'd slipped his special little concoction into a few of the medic's drinks. He doubted many of the crew, if any, knew about his skill in makingneat little poisons and concoctions like that, but when you spend your life living in the middle of a jungle, you tend to pick up a few things. But the laughter grew silent as Laz grew serious more, with only one thing left to say.
"I'm not offering this lightly, Adelyn. But I swear to you, by the names of the Earth Mother Alexandria and Sky Father Malkuth I swear it, that if you do not wish to be with us than I will do everything in my power to help you leave. But. . . just. . . give it a chance. An honest chance. Because being alone. . . with no friends. . . no family. . . no one to talk to or confide in. . . it really sucks. it sucks realy. . . really bad and . . . I don't want anyone to suffer like that if i can help it.