Roleplay

"Hah! Sarcasm loses it's potency when you state a fact, mi—" He stopped himself. "...Avery."

Upon the news that she was leaving, he sat up a bit straighter, as if realizing that would leave him alone in the brig with other prisoners. Prisoners that were both much, much bigger and far more threatening that he was.

No issue. We're all sealed in cages, afterall. If they haven't gotten out already, they won't be doing it any time soon. Kassian took his own reassurance to heart and tried to loosen his now tight grip on the bars of his cell. Yes. I'll be fine...

He still felt a tight knot of fear as Avery began up the stairs at the back of the room. Kassian swallowed it back as he spoke.

"Good-night, Avery. Try not to miss me too much~"

The young prince hooked his arms between his cell bars again as the room was sealed in darkness, cheek rested on his upper-arm. He was staring out at the dark silhouette of the door.

Kassian had spent the following day at the boredest he'd been in awhile.

When the fear of isolation wore off, and he was left in the dark, suffocating solitude, it turned out there wasn't much one could do to entertain themselves. He'd tried, of course— trying to strike up a conversation with dangerous strangers in a dark room was easier said than done. They would either ignore the young prince completely or tell him to hush.

Trying to make any noise short of breathing (for the love of the Gods, the men in here breathed so loud Kassian was convinced they were part pug) was enough to get the same response; a short, loud 'Shut up, will 'ya?"

So when Avery finally appeared in the illuminated doorway, it was a near godsent. Anything to get out of this horribly stuffy cell.

"Yes! I was born ready," Kassian said, sitting up off the floor and hauling himself to his feet. His hands gripped the bars of his cage for support as he rose. "We should get a move-on as fast as possible, then," he added as Avery delivered the information of the empty boat.

Kassian took a hesitant moment to regain his composure, folding his hands together and rubbing his pointer finger up against his thumb to soothe himself. You both will be perfectly fine, he reassured himself once again. Home is within a two weeks' travel.

With that glorious note, he shook his head, beginning to slip out of the cage after Avery. "No, I'll be alright. It is a simple ladder."

Grasping the wood with both hands, Kassian began to haul himself up after Avery.

The hefty scent of salt and a small tinge of fish hit his nose as he rose onto the top deck of the ship. Boards, slick with saltwater, shinied quietly from a mix of moonlight and festivity lanterns on the painfully close shore. Even the ship's stained, white sails looked prettier in the sparkly lighting. He took in the scene before speaking.

"Do you know when the lot of your crew will be back on the boat? We'll have about until they return to finish our search for supplies," He mused aloud.

"That sounds like a plan, then," Kassian agreed readily. "If you couldn't tell, I'm at quite the loss here. You would have far more experience than I in matters like these, despite your solitude on the boat."

And indeed, as Avery observed, it was dark. The lanterns on shore only did so much; the rest of the water was a murky black that gave Kassian a sense of unease. He avoided looking over the side of the ship and into the inky black
saltwater.

"The only thing I could think of that we would need would be charms," he added onto his earlier statements. "Any source of luck is going to help us in the trek ahead. That, and festivals like these may be the only place we find any half-decent ones at an affordable price. Little villages that sell them would have them going for an arm and a leg."

Kassian took a moment of silence to ponder. Do we really need charms? The money could have been used for something far more valuable. But the princeling couldn't shake his uneasy feeling— as if something was going to go horribly wrong.

"Better safe than sorry, miss Avery. We may already have charms on your person, but any extra strokes of luck will perhaps save our lives." He extendes an arm to help steady Avery's wobbly walk.

"Even just a high-end one would cure my fear, I think. Something that may come in handy."

He gripped her arm as they made their way onto the dock's planks. The young prince was unbelieveably glad to be on stable land; anything was better than the constant, sickening rocking of the pirate ship.