Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Brindelle
The Witch's Tit Inn

The wind howled wildly, causing the wooden shutters of the Northshore's most controversially named tavern to bang loudly in the moonlit night. The most pompous of Brindelle's citizens would say that the Witch's Tit was a 'disgrace' and 'an absolutely foul destination that draws the drunkards and undesirables out of the wet holes they live in like moths to a garbage fire'. Indeed, the building with its crude hanging sign depicting its namesake and smoky windows was a peculiar sight among the neatly cobbled streets and the elegant stone architecture that it was nestled between. No self-respecting noble man or woman would have been caught *Alive* In the godsforsaken pisshole. 
Which is why Sir Heath Romanov, who was neither self-respecting nor exactly alive, found the Witch's Tit to be a perfectly pleasant place to spend his night. However, his blood was as noble as it got in the Northshore. His sister was the Queen of the entire kingdom and he was the spawn of a family richer than the gods. It was, unfortunately, Heath's burden to bear and he frequently chose to bear it with a barrel of rum. 
"Another pitcher, sir?" The barmaid asked sweetly as she pressed her tray against her popped hip. Her voice was barely audible over the roar of laughter that sounded from a few tables over and the fast strum of the mandolin. Heath raised his bloodshot eyes and flashed her a *Toothy grin*.
"Two, to save you a trip," He replied, pushing his overgrown blond locks behind his ear. 

"Oh I promise you that I *Do not* Mind the trips over here," She laughed with a wink. 
"Well, then two because I'm a drunk and expecting a friend," Heath said. The barmaid abruptly stopped laughing and muttered something about bringing it 'right away' before she disappeared into the thickening smoke that loomed from the countless pipes that the patrons puffed on.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shore

There was no point complaining to this man, realising there was no excuse she could come up with to convince him to rid her of the silver. She could only hope she wouldn't become more mad than she already was by the lack of shifting. 

"This is going to suck." She muttered under her breath, planning his death in her mind and the many different ways she could accomplish it. Perhaps poison him when he least expected it, she had all she needed in her veins. 





Cecilia Lyanah 
Brindelle 
The Witch's tit tavern

As she neared the tavern, the shifter pinched her lips together in uncertainty. It had been a long time since she saw her old friend, having betrayed him countless of times. It had gotten to the point where she was unsure on whether they had a grudge against each other or not. However, after he had revived her and retrieve her body, Cecilia couldn't find a reason to hold a grudge against him like she would anyone else. You could say he was the only human she had a soft spot for. 

A couple men walked out the bar with their arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, attempting to carry each other as they left the tavern completely wasted. It was something she envied at times, being drunk. It looked incredible fun unless your name was Heath Romanov and found yourself passed out in a ditch or in some kind of trouble that may lead to death. That man had issues. Almost as much as herself. 

As she passed the tavern doors, the stench caused her nose to scrunch in disgust. Forcing herself to keep everything in her stomach as she made her way to the male facing opposite of her. She studied the barmaid he spoke with before rolling her eyes as she noticed the two flirting with each other. Typical. "When are you not drunk Heath? I'm surprised your liver hasn't given out yet. And that you haven't caught an infection from the many whores I assume you still sleep with."
Frank
Heath Romanov
Brindelle 
The Witch's Tit Inn

The barmaid crinkled her nose at Cecilia and walked away from Heath, not wanting to catch whatever infection the girl was referencing. 
"I thought I smelled dog," Heath said as the grating voice of his oldest friend cut through the hazy air. Heath tilted his chair back and rocked it slowly as Cecilia took her seat. "I'm a married man, Cecilia... I only whored when I thought my wife was dead," He said, taking a swig from his mug. "Do you like the location I chose? I wanted to find a place where I was certain I wouldn't be recognized with the likes of you." The tavern started to get increasingly louder as an obvious tension filled the room. The barmaids had disappeared back into the kitchen to avoid the rowdiness that was sure to ensue. 

"THIS IS FOR MYRTLE!" A bearded man bellowed, lifting a squirming man high above his head. Heath glanced over and sighed as the man was flung in the direction of their table. He lifted his mug off the wooden surface just before the man came crashing down, effectively splintering the table in half. Blood ran from his mouth as he wheezed on the ground. 
"I know Myrtle. This," Heath gestured to the half-dead man, "Was not worth it." Had Cecilia been a normal girl, Heath would have felt guilty for bringing her to such an unsavory place. Luckily for him, she was not a normal girl. She was a dog-girl.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Brindelle
The Witch's Tit Inn

The tavern was one of the places she preferred to avoid, considering the noise would become too much for her sensitive hearing at times. Heath was smart to pick a place similar to this, knowing most of the men here were incredibly intoxicated or couldn't give a rats ass about the two. 

"Why Heath, I feel so loved." Her voice dripped with sarcasm as she placed her hand on her chest with a feigned smile. The tips of her nails were unclean, darkened by the blood that crusted beneath from her previous meal while her hands were covered in dirt from a recent shift. She was never the one for cleanliness and never cared for another's opinion about herself. Probably why she found it so easy to betray those who were stupid enough to trust her. Cecilia suddenly scraped the legs of her chair against the floor as she pushed her chair back when she noticed a man being flung in their direction. 

"Update me. Who is Myrtle?" She wanted to leave this place immediately, finding the noise was becoming unsettling. Too loud. Reaching up, Cecilia pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed deeply. "Why does this always fucking happen? Every. Fucking. Time." This was one of the many reasons why the shifter avoided towns, let alone taverns. Shaking her head, Cecilia pushed her annoyance to the back of her mind so she wouldn't snap and join in on the fight. She knew it wouldn't be difficult to silence the group but wanted to focus on catching up with her old 'friend'. "Next time I choose the location."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"We'll make do, then." Ymara stood up from the table. "Wait a second, I'll be right back - then again, you can't really do much, anyways. My mistake." 

With that, the amazon vanished in a flurry or linen and black fur as Xerxes was on her heel, seemingly automatically. Rummaging through the deck below, she soon found two sturdy wooden sticks, each one about 10 inches in length. Just as she was about to snatch them from a shelf above her head, a strand of hair fell into her face, blocking her view. Annoyed, Ymara let out a sharp breath which sent her hair flying back - for a minute. 
"Sytheon's balls!", she cursed, marvelling at how much a few days at sea in the company of pirates and/or sailors had changed the way she spoke. If her father had heard her... But that didn't matter. He was at home. 
Finally her fingertips connected with the wood and she stuffed the make-shift practise swords in her bag. Closing it, she felt movement on her thigh - her dagger. An idea popped into her mind. 
Slowly but surely, she unsheathed her weapon, took it into her left hand and loosened the stip of cloth in her hair with her right. Ymara shuddered as she felt her looks touch her shoulders. The one thing that her parents always had control over. Memories flooded her mind.

'Gideon, please. She was only trying to help me. She has friends at the docks...'
 Her father's reply had cut into Ymara's heart as though as he had stabbed her with a knife. 'Friends that almost got her killed, Tamara. Because she looked too much like... One of them. I'm one of Terresols most esteemed tutors. How will it look like if my daughter is beaten to a pulp? She needs to behave more than a proper lady, for Sytheon's sake, she looks more like Pan everyday.'
'Oh, so now it's not your ungodly working hours that allow you to confuse your own children with each other? She's done nothing wrong.'
'I've always said, this *Girl* Attracts more trouble than she's worth. She's growing her hair out and first thing tomorrow, you are going to buy her some new clothes. Something more appropriate. And that's it, I don't want to hear any more of your nonsense!' 
Iron hinges creaked, as a wooden door slammed shut. Two rooms up the hall, Ymara was rocking back and forth - Xerxes, who had been resting his head on her knees, stood and licked her face, while her brother Pan was quietly sitting on the other end of her bed, squeezing her uninjured shoulder.

By now, Ymara's breaths had become ragged, her vision starting to blur. "Pull. Yourself. Together", she murmured. Finding a silver bowl, she turned it on its head and began using it as a mirror. 
Breathe in, breathe out. One after the other, curls fell to the floor, surrounding the sobbing woman in a semi-circle. A few minutes later, she grinned, letting out a relieved scream. It was over. Stepping away, she ran a hand through her hair, which was now cropped close to her scalp. 
Taking a few more minutes to calm herself, Ymara finally went up again, throwing one of the sticks at Bella. 
"Now - let's get out of here, shall we?"
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

If only she could make their wishes come true. There was no point in continuing her attempts to be allowed to shift, realising she would have to learn how to fight like a human. When Ymara suddenly rose from her seat, Cecilia arched her brow towards the female's choice of words. Was she attempting to make a joke? Anyhow, the shifter simply rolled her eyes and focus on eating as much as she could before the woman's return. The captain's presence made her feel anxious when left alone in his quarters, doing her best to avoid further conversation with him while chained like some pet or prisoner. Though she could be classed as the latter. 

It took quite some time for Ymara to return, though when she did, Cecilia couldn't help but stare at her. She looked unrecognisable with her shortened hair and would have doubted it was her if it wasn't for her scent. It brought back memories of when she had her hair shortened to the same length, an attempt by the pirate king to disguise her when she was working under him. Before she betrayed him. It wasn't her brightest moment. 

Cecilia's hand shot up in time to grab the stick that was thrown at her before pointing to the chain wrapped around her. "I can't exactly 'get out of here.' Though I am more than happy to."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"See something you like?" Ymara chuckled. "Good reflexes." Moving closer to the shapeshifter, she took the chain, untied it and let it clatter to the floor. "I'm trusting you on this. Don't make me regret it."

She then proceeded to grab Bella's shoulder and steer her out of the dining room towards what her father had always called a 'dojo', about two rooms down the hall. Producing a small metallic pin from her bag, Ymara took about a minute to pick the look. 
Shooting a look at the woman she'd dragged across the ship, she moved a finger to her lips. "Don't tell the Captain. Although I'm still a bit curious as to why the keep this thing locked anyways. There's nothing of importance in there."
The door opened with a slight 'creak' and allowed the two women to gaze into an elliptical room. Wooden tiles on the floor and walls. Ropes on the sides. An abandoned desk sat in the left corner, complete with ink and parchment. Why, Ymara didn't know - nor did she particularly want to. 

Extending her left arm forward, she gazed back at Bella. Instead, Xerxes shot forward, barking exitedly. Ymara laughed. "I was about to say ladies first..."
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shore

"And where would I go?" She asked while rolling her eyes before she was lead by the shoulder, away from the Captain's quarters. 

When they reached a set of doors, Cecilia's brows shot up in surprise as the female in front of her began picking at the lock. This Ymara was eccentric to say the least. As the door opened, the shifter remained silent before taking a step through the door, her eyes gazing around the room as she felt herself become slightly nauseous. Being a shifter who could fly, she rarely ever found herself on a ship and if she did, she wouldn't remain on it for long. However, she had no voice in this matter as she was forced to endure her oncoming sea sickness. 

"The pup's fine." Cecilia commented, knowing the canine was much older than a pup yet knew it had the mentality of one in an excited state. She began to walk towards the centre of the room, her eyes soaking in every detail of it before turning to face the human female. "Don't worry, I plan on avoiding the Captain at all cost."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

Ymare strode into the room, closing the door behind them. Scanning her surroundings, she noticed a piece of chalk in one of the drawers in the back. Picking it up, she kneeled and drew a large rectangle on the floor, diving it approximately in the middle with a thick line. Getting up again, she threw the chalk to the side and dusted off her hands.

She then placed herself into the square on the left, motioning for Bella to take the place opposite her. "Now, I know it's been a while, but how much do you remember?" Using three fingers, she got the identical stick out of her bag. "We'll be starting with this, then working our way up to a sword."

Breathing out once, she pointed to the left of her and Xerxes strode over. "Now that he's out of harms way...", she trailed off, widening her stance. 
"Let's go, Bella. Show me what you've got."
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

A deep sigh left her lips. Ok they were really doing this. Following her instructions, Cecilia stepped into the square opposite Ymara while using her free hand to rub the flesh around the silver bangles as her wrists ached badly. 

"I barely remember a thing to be honest." She spoke truthfully, never finding the need to remember the techniques that had been taught to her. The stick spun easily between her fingers before landing in her palm, raising the wood in front of herself. "You see, I'm used to playing dirty."

Placing her left foot behind her, Cecilia went for a simple attack, knowing nothing else as she swung the stick, aiming to swipe the arm Ymara held her stick in as an attempt to disarm her. She wanted to get this 'training' session over and done with. "I feel like a child doing this."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"You and me both." Ymara dodged Bella's attack and dived for the floor, arms at her sides in attempt to swipe the other woman off her feet. It had been a while since she'd been in actual, professional hand-to-hand combat, but she wasn't about to let Bella in on that little secret. 

Suddenly bolting upright, Ymara used the stick to swipe from right to left, approximately at the height of Bella's ankles. Her scar began to singe and she hissed in annoyance. "Bugger off, damn it!" 

Why on earth the Captain had chosen her to train the shapeshifter, she didn't know. Now her body was protesting as well. Being thrown around like a bag of rice twice in one day obviously didn't become Ymara.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shore

Her reflexes were quick as she sprung both legs off the floor, allowing Ymara to swipe beneath her feet before landing in a crouch. Using her stick, she intercepted the female's attack as the wood clashed with her own. "I might not be a doctor but I do think it's incredibly idiotic that you're not resting. Probably more idiotic than myself for attacking this ship."

As she focused her weapon on trapping Ymara's, Cecilia used her free hand to attempt to slam her opponent in the chest. She was careful not to use all her strength, knowing the outcome may not be great if she severely injured her. Even though the silver pained her and kept her from shifting, she still had great strength behind her movements. "How did you even meet the Captain?"
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

As she received a hit to the chest, all of the remaining oxygen fled from Ymara's lungs and she retched. Gathering herself, she got onto her knees, then onto her feet, swaying a little. 
"Good job." A scowl manifested itself on Ymara's face as she replied, "Well idiocy is apparently more common than both of us thought." She yanked her stick from Bella's. 
"In an Inn. Drunk and pissed as hell. Like I'm beginning to feel now. Only without the drunk part. Which makes my state of mind significantly worse."
Using Bella's currently distracted state, she formed her right hand into a fist and let it shoot forward, right into the other female's gut. 

"Now I'm beginning to wish I never did, you know?" Ymara continued, as if she'd done nothing more than water some flowers. "As much as he says otherwise, at the end of the day all of us are expandable. I just needed the money. I have it now."
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah 
Just off the Northern Shore 

Feeling the hit just above her abdomen, Cecilia clenched her teeth and stumbled back slightly as the female in front of her packed quite the punch. After her attack from above the deck, the shifter was still quite fragile from the barbed chains and silver that had entered her system. Recovering quickly, she couldn't help the smile that cracked her face, amused by the short rant given. 

"You see, money has never been an issue for me." She began as she continued her attack, aiming more to disarm Ymara rather than harming her as she already looked like she had been through hell today. Unlike herself, humans healed at a painfully slow rate so she would need to be careful to avoid facing the Captain's wrath. "I need food? I hunt my prey in the forest. I need clothes? I steal from others or from corpses. I need shelter? There are plenty of abandoned houses left by peasants who have either succumbed to illness or have moved to another kingdom."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

A satisfied smirk ran over Ymara's face as she saw what her successful hit had entailed. Not quite out of it yet, she thought while trying to parry hit after hit. Some parries were successful, some were not. Regardless of the pain, Ymara enjoyed the sparrig. It had been years since she'd had a partner who didn't go easy on her just because she was a woman. 

"Definitely sounds interesting", Ymara panted, as they each took a few moments to regain their posture. "Not necessarily lawful, but then again working under a pirate isn't either. "
Something within her posed the next question. "Do you think I'd be cut out for it? I don't know if I can do this much longer." Ymara wiped the sweat from her forehead and spit blood into a corner.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just of the northern shore

Cecilia had to admit, she was enjoying the spar too. It wasn't often that she would go hand in hand combat with another that wouldn't result in death. When Ymara mentioned how her actions weren't lawful, she did her best to remain her composure so she would laugh. She didn't want this human to think she was befriending her. "You're gonna talk about not being lawful when you literally saw me kill many of your men not long ago? I'm just disappointed I never got to eat a single body." 

When she questioned her on whether she would make it as a pirate, Cecilia lowered her hands to her side before cocking her head. "Honestly? You shouldn't care about whether or not you're cut out for it. Coin is coin, though the whole vegetarian thing has me very confused." 

Her nose scrunched at the thought of a plant based diet. Something she noticed about Ymara when they were eating in the captain's quarters. She couldn't imagine putting herself through that misery as she preferred a completely carnivorous diet.
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just Off the Northern Shore

Ymara pulled a face. "My men?", she scoffed, "The only man I care about isn't even human. The others? Wrong place at the wrong time. Macho behaviour. They only see as far as their dick goes, which-", she laughed horasely, "Usually isn't too far."

Resuming her fighting stance, Ymara continued, "You did me a favour, if I'm being honest." Advancing on Bella, she manoeuvred herself out of harm's way every time a hit threatened to stick. 

"The vegetarian thing is part of my charm.", she grinned, "- in case you hadn't noticed. It's not as bad as it looks like. After a few weeks, you get used to it. I just don't get why animals should suffer, just so I can eat a few more meals. Seems unreasonable." She shrugged and jumped a few inches in the air, as Bella tried to land a strike on her legs.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the northern shore

As she notice her return to a fighting stance, Cecilia mimicked Ymara in body movements as they once again began to fight. She was surprised with how the female lacked in empathy towards those she had murdered earlier, claiming she could care less about their lives. "You're not too bad for a human. You actually don't suck as bad as the rest." 

The shifter and Ymara continued to fight, feeling herself drain of energy due to the silver affecting her. Usually, Cecilia found it difficult to exhaust herself unless she had shifted many times during a short period. "So I'm guessing you have a plan for when you've earned enough coin from the Captain? And can we take a break? These jewels are fucking killing me."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"I'm taking that as a compliment. You really don't suck as much as I'd thought, either." Ymara let out a sigh, as the other female suggested a break. Chuckling, she dropped the stick and let herself slump on the floor, right there and then. She didn't much like to admit it, but her body told her that she couldn't continue much longer. 

Holding a finger up in the air as a way of non-verbally telling Bella to wait, she got out a small flask from within her folded tunic, which she had discarded earlier. 
"Julian used up the big one yesterday but this one should work too. Small dosages onto your wrists. May I? You'll only hurt yourself further." 

Listening intently to Bella, Ymara let out a huff. "Not really, no. My incentive is to get out of here as soon as possible. There's a ship one of the sailors talked about. More of a brothel, really. Might try my luck there."
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

"A brothel aye? So you plan on becoming a harlot in other words?" She questioned. Not to judge but because she was curious. The shifter stretched her neck to the side until multiple audible pops could be heard, similar to a cracking sound before doing the other side. "I would tell you to be careful, but I couldn't really care less." 

Dropping her stick, Cecilia allowed herself to sit against the wooden floor while taking deep breaths. She watched Ymara carefully, her eyes landing on the flask she held before furrowing her brows. She was unsure on whether or not to trust the female in front of her. The shifter held her hands to her hands to her chest until she was answered her following question. "What is it?"
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"Might as well try it out, huh? Once the ship is spotted we could try and make a run for it. I could make up an excuse to get you with me." Ymara took a swig out of her bottle, before cracking each of her knuckles in turn. 

"I'm sure the other captain would behave differently, granted you don't murder their crew. Again." She then crossed her arms behind her head, steadying her breathing. The break was indeed very welcome. "Tis the life, I suppose."

Glancing toward Bella, she realised that she too had begun to relax. "Ointment. Unless you'd rather continue hurting. Old habits die hard. I usually avoid hurting people. Emphasis on usually."
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Just off the Northern Shore

"Ointment wouldn't do anything but there is no harm in trying. As long as these silver bangles remain, my skin will just continue burning when touched by the metal." She couldn't tell whether Ymara was lying to her or not regarding the two making a run for it so she did her best to resist the temptation. Perhaps she could test this human and if she would stay true to her word. "And my real name is Cecilia. I gave the Captain a close to fake name, in case he knows of the bounties on my head." 

Her mind was confused, trying to process what was going on between them. She had to admit she missed having a friendship with someone who wasn't part of a noble family or hunted down. Ever since Toula had made an appearance, Cecilia had found it difficult to trust her emotions around people as she could never promise to not hurt them. "I doubt the captain would allow me off this ship without his watchful eye. If I could get close enough, I might be able to kill him in his sleep or poison him. Whichever comes first."
Leah
Ymara Charac
Just off the Northern Shore

"Suit yourself." Ymara's mind flew back to the time she'd said those exact words, only this time, the recipient was in chains. There was also the aspect of sex, which Ymara ignored. She wasn't about to do it with *Everyone* On this ship. Julian had proved herself to be just the distraction, she had needed. 
Booze and women. Sytheon behold, she was starting to sound like a villain. Which, she supposed, she was. No matter. 

"I'm still Ymara. Yet I suppose it's best that I have another name in the back of my mind, just to be sure. Want to help me out?"
She slapped the stick on the wood, once, twice - mind racing.

"Killing the captain, then mutiny. Sounds like fun." Suddenly, the wall opposite her shifted, revealing a passage. "What-?", For once the study-turned-warrior was speechless.
Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Brindelle
The Witch's Tit Inn

Heath reached down and pulled the bloodied man to his feet. The man wobbled, still discombobulated from when his skull cracked the tabletop. "For Myrtle, mate," Heath said to him before shoving him in the direction of his bearded former opponent. The Bloodied swung and decked the Bearded, effectively causing another uproar among the patrons. Cider and fists flew through the air and the mandolin player picked up the pace of his strumming. Heath flashed Cecilia a lazy smile before gesturing to the door. 

"Myrtle is really not someone you'd write home about. But I've heard that all of her teeth fell out and that she is making the most of her situation," Heath informed Cecilia once they walked out of the ear-piercing bedlam. He paused to light up a cigarette and took a long drag before pulling it from his lips and holding it out for Cecilia. "You'll chose the location over my fucking dead body. I'm sorry, but I would rather *Not* Catch up with you in the forest while you gorge yourself on a bear carcass. Never again," He muttered, trying with all his might not to relive the scene. He'd gotten more than his fair share of lifetime fill of seeing Cecilia tear the liver out of large bovine creatures with only her teeth.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Brindelle
The Witch's Tit Inn

Cecilia visibly cringed as Heath explained who this Myrtle was, just as everyone decided to join in on the fight. So they were attacking each other over who she assumed was a whore. She was slightly relieved that the North shore hadn't changed drastically since she left. There was always some form of drama that surrounded the two where either the people around them were killing each other or someone was attacking Heath or herself. 

"You've heard this or have you experienced her yourself?" She questioned him before waving her hand to pass off the cigarette. It seemed that no matter how long they were apart, Heath always knew Cecilia's exact plans. "And how did you know I was going to suggest the ocean? Perhaps I wanted to take a nice stroll near the shore." 

A cheeky grin rose on her lips as she looked towards a disturbed Heath before reaching towards his head and ruffled his hair like one would to a child. "Don't worry Heathy, I'll replace those memories with something different. Perhaps something more gruesome."
Frank
Sir Heath Romanov
Brindelle 

Heath furrowed his brow, putting the cigarette out on the side of the Witch's Tit. "I never mentioned you mentioning the ocean, but I suppose we can go there. There's not an area in the Northshore that isn't a stone's throw away from the waters." Cecilia had her head frozen in a snow bank for nearly three months. Heath was not surprised that she was not making much sense. He hopped on his toes, shuddering against a particularly nippy gust of wind. "I can assure you that I've never step foot into *Myrtle's Mouth*." *Myrtle's Mouth* Was the least popular brothel in the kingdom. It famously smelled of mildew, mice, and foot rot. The brothel's Madame was rumored to be a young boy in a bad wig made of lamb's wool dipped in tomato soup. No amount of inner lechery could convince Heath, First Knight of the most noble and pure kingdom of the Northshore, to ever grace the place with his presence. 
"So... Have you learned how to swim yet?" Heath asked Cecilia as they walked. He had no clue as to whether or not she ever *Couldn't* Swim. He simply chose to assume she was inadequate in every skill until she proved otherwise, which she rarely ever did.
Joseph
Cecilia Lyanah
Brindelle

Cecilia slapped her forehead at her mistake before letting out an annoyed huff. She didn't know why she said the ocean as she meant the forest. "You know what I meant." She muttered in annoyance as she walked beside Heath, First Knight of the LEAST noble and pure Kingdom Marin had to offer. Cecilia could be delusional at most times, yet Heath brought it to a different level. Her eyes gazed out towards the ocean as the sandy breeze caused her hair to whip at her neck and face before turning to give Heath a tight lipped expression. 

"When have you ever seen me swim Heath? Or have you already become senile and lost most of your memories?" She questioned with a taunting tone. There was never a reason for Cecilia to learn how to swim, she never found herself walking deep enough into the ocean or a lake where she would need to. "I'm glad you haven't been to that brothel though, you don't want to catch whatever Cleburne bad when he murdered that poor mermaid." 

She hadn't witnessed that event but it had been the talk of the castle when it had happened. She was surprised the gossip hadn't leaked to the public when it had.