<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/d2/a1/92d2a172c9531280027117d4051d3651.jpg)</div>Sariel Moonwhisper (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1834639)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lower deck -> Upper deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rurik and Vesna (mentioned), Sena, Anya, and Amillia<br/><hr/><br/>This had been a terrible idea, in retrospect. Sariel had been on a riverboat before, and water is water right, nothing wrong with a sea voyage! No. No, no no, this was terrible. The constant rising and falling and the swaying from side to side; Sariel's eyes barely stayed straight! The sloshing meant it was nearly impossible to get any proper scribing done; the wizard had instead turned to using bits of charcoal to write with rather than ink. It was nearly impossible to keep more than water down, and Sariel, already slender, was starting to feel positively<em>thin!</em><br/><br/>And then there were the accommodations. Sariel hadn't expected palatial living, no, certainly not. But this was a whole 'nother level. Prodigious use of<em>Prestidigitation</em>did cut down on some of the more odoriferous problems of communal living area, but sometimes it was still too much. Like<em>right now</em>when the orgasmic shrieks and groans of<strong>Rurik</strong>and<strong>Vesna</strong>ruined any chance for a restful slumber. But Sariel wasn't mad. No! Oh heavens no, this was a prime opportunity to learn something! The small elf squeezed through the ring of sailors cheering the two on... And Sariel's eyes got<em>huge</em>at what was going on. From Vesna's eager counter-thrusting to the sheer girth of Rurik's cock, it was all quite surprising.<br/><br/>"Oh.. .Oh! That's... Look at them!" That high, soft voice could barely be heard among the din of the other sailors' cheers and the two lovers... fuckers...? own exertions. It was quite a display!<em>"Wow!"</em>Sariel breathed in exclamation. Unfortunately the motion of the ocean - literal, not figurative - had a way of quelling any arousal Sariel might have felt. Still though. The barbaric, primal spectacle of it all wasn't<em>totally</em>without effect, and Sariel pulled out a small book and a stick of charcoal, and began to sketch and take notes of the two. For... anthropological research, you see. This actually took a while, the elf pausing to look up, chew that soft lower lip, then go back to drawing. The press of bodies, the smell of sex, and the sight of that heavy organ pushing its way back into Vesna left Sariel feeling suddenly light-headed and flushed though, and it was time for an escape!<br/><br/>So it was that the elfin wizard came onto the top deck, taking in big gulps of sea air and trying<em>very</em>hard to not look at the undulating waves beyond the banister of the ship. "Amazing..." came the quiet murmur. "Who knew that human mating was so... so...<em>competitive!</em>" Rather than sounding shocked or dismayed, Sariel's voice had a tone of amazement, discovery, and lingering arousal. There were a few more steadying breaths, some more notes made in the book, and then a big-eyed blink at the trio of<strong>Sena, Anya,</strong>and<strong>Amillia</strong>cuddling on deck. Already primed from the barbaric rutting below, suddenly blood shot to the tips of Sariel's ears, whole face reddening. "Oh! e-e-excuse me I just... oh! Pardon, I just..." Sariel looked back towards the way belowdecks, wondering if there might be anywhere to<em>not</em>stumble upon the passengers<em>in flagrante.</em>