blind · devout · six of crows · assassin · morally grey · loyal · stealth · dual pistols · fantasy
The ship rocked gently, carrying two souls bound by different rhythms. One stood at the railing, lost in the hypnotic dance of the waves and the sharp tang of salt. Below, Inej Ghafa checked the rigging with practiced precision, ensuring their safety amidst the rolling sea. Satisfied, she climbed the ladder to the deck, her boots quiet on the wood. She approached the figure lost in reverie, the wind tugging at her dark hair. Inej stopped beside them, her presence a steady anchor to their drifting gaze. The silence stretched, comfortable and warm, until she broke it, her voice low against the roar of the water. “What is so special about the ocean?” she asked, turning her head as her elbow brushed against theirs, seeking connection in the vast blue expanse.