Captain of Her Destiny
Seventh Day of the First Month 294 AC
After arranging to have certain enchantments drawn from the armory or forged over the next month, you part ways with Melisandre and continue onto the meeting least likely to be weighed down by regrets or unveiled secrets. A few twists and turns through the corridors of the ship take you to the bridge where Moonsong holds court over the heart of her domain, behind polished arcane mirrors and gem-bright dials.
Her smile seems to light up the room brighter than the spell-lights. "Hail the King, how are you liking your journey so far?"
"As smooth as any I have ever experienced," you reply smoothly. There is definitely something different about about the fey captain, more than simple confidence, for she has never lacked for self-assurance, even when she was only a sprite sailing south aboard the Wave Dancer to what would be Sorcerer's Deep. It is as though she is more present, or perhaps her presence weighs heavier upon the world, a Lady of Faerie in truth, though one unlike any that has ever been before.
"Well, in case we do run into something that wants to take a bite out of the ship, you stay inside and watch, all right?" she half asks, a question you are obviously not supposed to actually answer because she adds practically in the same breath. "The engineers could use more practice on the steam launchers. The damn snow-herder ran off before we could get more than a few shots in."
"Snow herder?" You ask, amused. It is not technically an inaccurate way to refer to a Lord of the Winter court, the way some of the more colorful insults you have been hearing recently are, which makes it all the more entertaining.
"Sure," she shrugs. "I'd call him dragon herder, but he sent those off to attack without him, sort of like a pack of hunting dogs."
The notion of a 'herd of dragons' is so absurd to contemplate in your mind's eye that you have to struggle to keep from bursting into laughter, still it is probably best to head off the notion before it goes too far and Amrelath or Relath catch on to this bit of irreverence. "Those dragons had been dead for a long while and there were other specters with them. Ghost herder might work better, don't you think?"
"Right then, was there anything you wanted to do or are you just here for the view?" Behind you an officer is trying rather poorly to disguise a gasp as a cough. Probably a new one, unused to his new captain if this is enough to shock him.
"I wanted to offer my personal congratulations, to you, your officers, and the rest of the crew. There will be a public event to commemorate it, naturally, but I thought I would take the moment to ask what from you might wish as reward."
"Scrolls of light-weaving," she replies instantly, somewhat to your surprise. "
Strongest there are. Don't want my ship caught in the dark with ghosts ever again. I can find a fey with a knack for reading magic or even learn to do it myself, just need you to buy a scroll or three. They'd be dead useful and fit the name, too."
"The name came from you, capta'n," the azer navigator called, his beard trailing sparks as he chortled into it. "Does that means you want to outshine the sun too?"
"Mayhap, but then I'd buy my own scrolls for personal use," she replies.
Do you attempt to fulfill Moonsing's request?
[] Yes try to buy one of more scrolls of Blinding Glory
[] No such scrolls would be too rare and expensive to use as one time defenses against a specific tactic
[] Write in
OOC: And here we are Moonsong after the battle as she grows into the role of captain. Not yet edited.
