Corilian cont'd. again.
“If I’m causing you grief and making you worry, then maybe
we shouldn’t be on the same boat.”
Seth waived his arms about frantically trying to pull Blayze
back into the original conversation. “That’s not what I said at all! I don’t want
you to transfer ships; I want you to be more careful.” Still sitting on the
curb of the road Blayze looked up to Seth skeptically. He crouched in front of
her and asked, “Please, just try.”
“Fine. I’ll try.”
She agreed, dusting off her pants and standing on the side of the street. Seth
wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tight.
He whispered, “We’ve done everything together since we were
kids, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Blayze tried to relax; they’d
hugged a million times before. They were old friends, but this hug was
different. She could feel his heart beating quickly and blushed when she
noticed her own mirroring his. She inhaled his scent; wind, old books and olive
oil. Her heart fluttered and she hoped he didn’t notice. She hugged him back
and felt his heartbeat quicken. She looked down at him, a smile starting in the
corners of her mouth as the whistler on the Mary-Ellen Windchester sounded. The
pair broke apart at the signal and looked back to the ship.
”Damn old man sure can unload a ship quickly.”
Seth laughed. “Not to mention and load the new cargo. But we’d
better get back quickly. Captain Montag’ll leave without us.”
Blayze tossed her jet
black curls out of her face as she laughed and bent at the knees. She counted
aloud to three before racing down the street out of sight. Knowing that her
reaction would be to want to race back to the ship, Seth had started running on
the count of one. Blayze was faster than him, and he needed every advantage he
could get to beat her. They split up when the road forked, losing sight of each
other.
At the ship Blayze came to a skidding halt. Seth was nowhere
in sight. Could he have beaten me here? She
wondered searching the docks. A couple seconds later she heard his laboured
breaths as he sprinted around a building in view of the ship. His shoulders
drooped when he noticed his competitor already standing beside their ship. Seth
hung his head in defeat. He heard Blayze laugh victoriously and looked up to
watch her step deliberately onto the gangplank and walk nonchalantly on to the
ship.
A thin line of smoke rose from a pipe in a corner of the cargo hold;
Finn had been waiting for them. “So, relieve any tension while you were out?”
He laughed at his own joke, but cowered in his chair holding his temples when
Seth stepped on board. “You were supposed to relieve the tension. Not increase
it! I need some calmer air.” He yelled “We’ve got ‘em Captain,” as he reached
the deck.
“What’s his problem?”
Seth pulled her in close, half teasing. “I always tell you
just to ignore Finn. He gets crazy when emotions run hot.” His hand lingered around
her waist for a moment before he followed Finn up to the main deck.
“I believe he was referring to sexual tension again.” Izek
appeared at Blayze left shoulder. She spun in surprise, fists up, ready to
strike him. Realizing her mistake, she stood her ground and did not drop her
arms. “Put those down. Save your strength for the fight.”
“What fight?” Her head looked upward trying to listen for
the signs of a struggle.
“We’re headed to Trav’oc with a shipment of ores. We need to
be ready to defend this ship.” Izek, who often tired of Blayze’s boundless energy,
found the smile that spread across her face contagious and started smiling too.
“You really like this job, don’t you?”
Blayze nodded as she walked over to her locker and pulling out her
bow, quiver of arrows and twin scimitars. She attached the two swords to the
belt at her waist and put the quiver and bow over her shoulders. As she walked
past Izek to the ladder she said, “I love
my job.”
That's it for now! Thoughts? Constructive criticism encouraged.
-Brandolyn
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