Joel
Mykolas-Reed Lanterns
The Isle of Lanterns - the Lighthouse Keep

Mykolas laid awake late into the night. It was strange to be sleeping in his parents' bed, and as he listened to the distant noise of the sea from outside, his mind raced. Of all the things that would have had cause to keep him awake - the strangeness of his new quarters, his father's death, his mother's madness - the thing which kept him up now was the image of the caravel from the dock. For years he'd studied ships on paper and seen them sailing through the bay from the safety of his window. But to be near one, close enough to touch it, was another matter entirely. In his mind he recreated its image and the sensation he had. It was awe and fear and curiosity, all tangled together in his gut at once. 
*I want to board it,* He thought to himself, and in his imagination, he did. His footsteps echoed on the deck, a splinter prodded at his hand as he ran it along the railing, the wind parted his hair and blew salt in his face. In his imagination, he stood bravely at the bow. There wasn't a drop of uncertainty in the whole of his being. The sails dropped and suddenly they lurched forward towards the broad horizon. The Isle of Lanterns became a white speck behind him, but strangely, he couldn't will his mind to stop picturing it. It remained ever on the horizon, always in reach.
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**

Tonate Proper, The Stilts.

Fabian felt his like curl into a slight smirk, shaking his head and rubbing his face- which had just started to regain its light stubble, a darker colour oddly despite his white hair. He shrugged, starting to walk again, pulling his cloak closer to his body. "I suppose I should have listened closer... I haven't been home in a few years- for obvious reasons.." He was still very tense, but she might tell it was simply due to habit than actual fear, his paces were slow though as if he were hesitant to walk at all.

He was also was examining her, this thief was an enigma to him. One moment stealing, and blaming theft on him, the next sacrificing half her prize to rescue him. Being warm and funny, to serious and grim. He cocked one dark eyebrow, that smirk still on his lips.

"Then why haven't you left me standing on my lonesome Ameia? It can't be my natural charm, as I am bloodied and frankly caught unprepared." He lightly joked, although catching that glint of seriousness in her eye, looking down the road, keeping the ice blue iris's from meeting her's. "Perhaps, but I don't see pirates fighting in the streets. At the very least they all seem to agree to not openly play their- "High-born" Games."
Lester
Ameia Morrow
Tonate Proper - the Stilts

"For obvious reasons? You got cold feet?" She joked, working either literally or figuratively. It wasn't unthinkable for people to leave the land due to the horrible weather- Ameia sometimes missed the snow, but never more than she craved the sun-, but it wouldn't surprise her either if he had left after some kind of accident. Maybe she was wrong, maybe it was just work.

"You're giving me ideas. Don't flatter yourself too much, I just don't come across Witherlanders often." 
Fabian had said exactly what was going on in the back of her mind, she should have left him standing on his lonesome, if not at the tavern then when he mentioned Bradai. If someone saw her walking with him and a week later he turned out to be part of clan Drase she'd be dead. 


"There's a reason you don't see many people in the street that dare to cross Maith. Ever since he got to power he's been exterminating every real pirate that's left." She left a moment of silence linger as she thought about what would be the best way to handle this, "If you do decide to join them, it would be better that you forgot we met."
She stopped, they were getting close to the house, she wasn't going to take him there.
"We're almost there."
Matthew
**| Fabian Ambrose |**

Tonate Proper - The Stilts

He chuckled and gave her a glance, lips still in that confident smirk, his hands smoothing out his cloak. "Frostbite is a hell of a thing." He replied, his eyes fixated on her face. He wondered what she was thinking about, he understood her hesitance, but even from the brief interaction he had come to like this thief, she was an interesting person.

 "Maybe... But I would like to avoid that... I doubt I can just forget someone who made that sort of entrance." He looked to her and smiled at her, still not realizing the blood dribbling down his chin was still there- the locks of white hair falling in front of his face, which prompted him to push them out of the way. "I don't know if I will..." He took a sharp breath as he kept icy-blue eyes now focused on hers, a sort of intense stare enhanced by that colour, he put out a hand for a shake, he would try to kiss her hand, but he had a feeling Ameia would find that quite amusing- or even insulting. "I must admit- I would find it quite unacceptable if we forgot each other existed, I'm sure we could figure something out to have another talk sometime." 

Fabian was deathly serious, not only had Ameia possibly saved his life, she was from his homeland, and that was important to him. Even if he didn't seem to openly show it.