[[This is the opening story to the new rp sim I've been frequenting. The character is someone totally different. A young irish woman in the early 1200s with the brother of her mother and his family. Here in this new land, they move to be anew. For her, its so much more.]]
The ship rolled over every swell and it seemed only to bring further joy to the small figure at its head, a light storm that causes the wild curls of fire to become plastered as well as the linen dress draping the young woman's wiry frame. Behind, the deck hands run about doing what is necessary to ensure a safe passage through the storm before it has a chance to become a squaller, casting harried glances towards the woman leaning against the railing. Behind, "Nissa! Come away child! Before your death you catch in this ill cold rain!"
She casts a look over her shoulder, spotting the silohette of her aunt framed by the light cast in their captian's room where they were to dine soon. The woman bites her lip as she looks out across the white frothy caps raising the ship and finally with a sigh turns and makes her way with a wane smile of apology. "Yes, Aunt Meridth." She murmurs on her way past, ducking under the arms that were about to hug the young woman. Since the death of her parents, she's let none get closer to her since, a forelorn young woman with heart sickness at the loss of those most dear.
"Nissa, please. Do be reasonable." Her aunt says behind her as she manages to throw a dry, if not itchy, blanket about the girl's shoulder to try and dry her off. Or to appear more proper and not some primative waiff she's more then not appear so.
A second figure comes in through the door behind her, clasping her on the shoulder. "Nerissa. Girl. Get yerself into dry clothes and ready for meal. You put a fright in yer aunt when yer out there in such weather. And, " He gives her covered shoulders a squeeze, "And, unfitting a girl of your age." Her uncle rumbles in his deep baritone that makes her shiver every time she hears it.
Running could be heard, up and down the docks, hands taking away cargo and crates, herself trying to stay out from under foot as she stands watching off to the side while she waits for her uncle to finish business. The red head turns as Nerissa looks around, the smells of the new town making her nose tickle but it was a huge improvement to her last arrangements; sharing a small cabin with her cousins was not fun, especially waking up to feel a set of hands on her more then one time. The last she got a happy little yelp out of Rupert when she managed to elbow him in the nose, the sound of a crunch followed most satisfactory.
The late hour manages to lightly tug at her, yawning into her fist, she finally turns and looks towards her relatives before she finally joins them as bid with a sigh. Why must she remain with them and will she forever be under their care until the day she's wedded off? And the thought of that..will that day ever happen? She looks down at her gown and smooths the wrinkles out but to no avail, the trip was not good on her favorite outfit or perhaps she'd finally outgrown it even. All the comments behind her back about how she's growing up and would fetch a pretty price for her looks alone. She loathes her uncle's greediness but always stays silent. How many days has it been since she'd actually spoken aloud? How long has it been since her parents were laid to rest in the cold frozen ground. Nerissa's heart clenched up in her chest and shoulders sag slowly before she feels a hand press up against her spine and a murmured, "No slouching dear. Spine straight."
The young woman looks over her shoulder at her aunt with furrowed red brows and then away with down cast eyes, fingers clasped. She was just waiting for them to finish and a chance to seek out a hot bath she'd been promised since docking the boat. Chewing on her lip, Nerissa turns her attention back towards the men working, eyes of blue taking in everything going on.
So distracted by things, it nearly knocked her forward to her feet as something struck her from behind. Harmless but it caught her off guard and she spins around to see what it was..The man that passes her was a towering figure, his pale skin stark against the dark ebon hair that hung down. Nerissa stands transfixed in place while everyone else around her moved, as if the world stopped for her or she just blinked out, eyes watching him moving away. It took her uncle calling her full name a fifth time before she blinks and turns her head about hurriedly, looking wide eyed at him before she nods and moves off to join them as they prepared to take the stocked wagons and head to their new home.
Seated on a trunk's sturdy bulk, the young woman just rests there with her big blue eyes staring blinding off, deep in thought and ignoring the leering jibes of her cousins in the other wagon. She wondered if she was ever going to feel as if she's part of their family, relatives or not. With a heavy sigh, arms tucked in her lap, she finds herself once more thinking of the strange man she'd seen back at the dock. Not even an apology was noticed out of them but in the end, she just shrugs to herself and finally focuses on her surroundings.
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