The past few days had been interesting, to say the least. And while this whole pirate business was definitely on the list of "bad things to have happened" it was a new thing nonetheless. It all started a few days ago, in the port town of Somethingsoemthing... The name eluded Sirka right now, they all sounded alike to her anyway. She'd never seen such a great body of water, and caused quite a ruckus in town as she gleefully ran through the streets towards the beach. It had taken quite some persuasion on Vhaern's side to convince them they weren't under a demonic attack or something. It had taken an equal amount of persuasion to get the fire nymph to leave the ocean again. Contrary to common believe, a fire nymph doesnt just fade out when wet. In fact, if you were to ever actively try to seek out a fire nymph, your best bet would be hot springs in areas with volcanic activity.<br/><br/>Vhaern explained to her that they needed passage to Somethingoranother and they were going to travel there by boat. Sirka had seen small fishing boats in rivers, but never something quite the size as these ships. At first she thought them to be buildings that just happened to be built in the water. Of course, finding a captain willing to transport a fire nymph wasnt easy, any sane captain could make the equation. Fire nymph + wooden ship = disaster at sea. Not that Sirka would do that, but who were they to take her word for it? So as their number of possible passageways dwindled, they eventually managed to find someone willing to transport the two. A rather shady looking guy, with an old, rickety looking ship. Sirka pouted as she wouldnt get to ride along on those big, majestic ones, but this would almost be the same, right?<br/><br/>The ride itself wasnt as exciting as Sirka had hoped. Or maybe it was exactly as exciting as she hoped, just in the wrong way. Ever seen a sea-sick fire nymph? Not the prettiest sight, and actually quite lethal for the fire nymph, as they rely on their food far more than any other creature out there. Suddenly the sea and its ships looked a lot less impressive, and Sirka just wanted to go back to land. This thankfully passed after a few hours, or at least enough to prevent her from completely running out of... well... Which was also around the time that the pirates struck. Whether the shady merchant had sold them out or not was still a mystery to Sirka, but the pirates left his ship in curiously mint condition.<br/><br/>Sirka was lucky the prejudice towards her kind worked in her favor right now, the pirates feared her as a demon and were afraid to come close to her. She would've fought back if it werent for her lack of energy, and the fact that she didnt want to harm Vhaern. And so began her captivity. Unlike with Tyora and Vhaern, her arms werent shackled together. Probably because no one dared to get too close to her. Instead she was stuffed inside a rather uncomfortable cage. Nothing too fancy, something she would've burned through in just a matter of minutes, if it hadnt been for that warlock onboard. The woman amused Sirka to no end. She didnt really look like it, but that woman knew what she was doing. She was probably the only one who truly knew what Sirka was capable of, which was why she had cast those damned glyphs on the bars, that absorbed any heat Sirka emitted. But that wasnt the main reason the woman amused Sirka, it was her way of talking. Sirka couldnt make out a single word she said and always broke out in giggles whenever she spoke. Maybe they were incantations? That would explain why she was so talented in manipulating the astral planes.<br/><br/>Much like Uranor, Sirka was more sensitive to magic than other races and could quite reliably sense whenever someone was using magic. And for the past few days, the Elven girl had been using quite a bit of magic. If Sirka had to guess, it were her tattoos, as they started to glow all pretty like whenever she used her magic. It also meant Sirka could sense that funny woman approaching before she actually was here.<br/><br/>Pressing her face between the bars of her cage, she frowned and looked up at the woman slowly materializing.<b><span style="font-size: 10px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">"I'm hungry!"</span></span></b>She whined, yet even now her voice had a somewhat sing-song quality to it that made it very clear she wasnt like most other people. As if her appearance didnt already say enough.<br/><br/>The lack of food was somewhat troubling though. Given her nature, she burned through her energy at around twice the rate anybody else would, meaning that she had to eat twice the amount of any other person in order to keep her energy up. And a prisoners meal? That was barely enough to feed half a person. Her marks had slowly started to fade in intensity over the past few days, and if this kept up she would die of starvation. Not that it really mattered to Sirka, death was hardly her final stop. What did bother her though, was that the eventual "rebirth" would completely engulf this ship, sadly taking Vhaern and her new Elven friend with her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>