1875-06-11: En Route to Four Corners
En Route to Four Corners
Summary: Myrana parts ways with Ivo and Tavi, on her way to Four Corners and Eosphora
Date: 1875-06-11
Related: How to Walk in Cooler Clothes, The Heart of the Tyrant
NPCs: Ravio Armaz
Players:
Myrana  

Leaving the negotiations for Tavi's release in Ivo's hands, Myrana parted ways with her cousin and the poor concussed pirate ("-Really Tavi I'm sorry, but I thought you wanted me to knight you for goodness sakes! Don't be mad!") and made her way to the Guild's pier, dressed quite unrecognizably.

It was a good disguise, she decided. Or… well, she wasn't sure how well she liked it, really, but Mercy was right; none of the bounty hunters she spotted skulking about the dockside markets followed her, though her skin crawled at the way one of them sucked his teeth at her as she went by him. Myra put her soft arm through one of the guild guards as she came up to him like a lost lamb and asked him where the ticketing man could be found. He led her in himself with a nervous stumble. Probably dehydrated, Myra surmised. No wonder in that albatross suit. All the guards wore clean uniforms in guild colours, bearing an albatross badge on breast and shoulders. She waved to him as she boarded the guild ship and he waved back, looking a little dazed.

"What a diligent man," she said to herself as she turned around and descended into the common cabin, split skirts blowing about her legs. "Its those long trousers. Thank goodness for tall Mercies."

Nobody was around who would appreciate this bon mot, only a boney old alchemist sleeping like a pile of branches in a bunk by the door with his bulging satchel and bandolier of bottles and tools hanging by a hook nearby.

She climbed into a hammock strung in the creaking rafters and stretched out, tossing her own satchel into the netting and propping both legs comfortably atop it. Ardaigh she wrapped her arms around with a sigh. The right still ached like the devil where two cave-ins had separated her shoulder, twice in as many days.

"Looks like someone got into trouble."

"Ah!" Myra jerked upright. "Ravio!"

Ravio sat up, transforming from the raggedy down on his luck alchemist to her svelte cousin, dressed in rags but recognizable as he stripped the dirty cap from his hair. He lifted Myrana down from the high hammock and looked her over, stripping the half skull mask gently off her face and frowning at her. "Why are you headed to Four Corners with your legs out like that? Not back to Gendiel?"

"Be nice," Myrana tugged at one of the high stockings. "I kept nearly fainting in my normal clothes. It’s too hot.”

"Hmm," Ravio was non-committal. "And yet..”

"Well I'd never met Ryaltan summer." Myra didn't know how to explain to her longtime caretaker that her body had seemingly lost the ability to adjust for temperature the way it used to. In Gendiel she luxuriated in thick furs to battle the cold. Very simple. "I… simply decided that I would expand my wardrobe. But I will change before seeing Jasmina, of course."

"That's good," Ravio adjusted his heavy robes and say back down on his bunk. "I will accompany you to Eosphora. There has been an incursion in Fiorello; I thought I’d better come after you.”

A month had passed. Myrana fidgeted with her braid and tried not to think of what might have happened in her- in her FATHER’S lands. “Thank you, cousin… is my father well? And,” she took a breath. “I thought you were with the Thornesmen in Gendiel; are they finding recruits?”

"They are fine; more than capable of setting defenses without my help." Ravio had been assisting them in selecting Arrani foresters and hunters in preparation for the guerrilla warfare coming to Gendiel. “I have selected a few from the recruits for my personal attention.” He handed her a letter. "This came to the office on Leeker row."

"Sabotage?" Myra swore under her breath. "Please send word to my father's forwarding office at once to repair the quarter shipment. I am headed there myself after Eosphora, but unmasked. Will you take care of this for me? God’s breath,” Myra looked at him, and after a moment’s thought, added quietly: “Perhaps we should set guards within the Gendiel granaries. If this could happen to father’s grain shipments, it could happen to Gendiel’s stores. Without access to a river…" she rubbed her eyes till stars blossomed in her vision. "God, okay…"

"Of course." He took the letter and tucked it away again, and apparently satisfied with her condition helped her back up into the hammock. "Now sleep; you look beat to hell, and it's a long way to Four Corners."

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