Tides Of Renewal

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With the hit of a wave against the wooden carcass of the ship, the blonde woman dropped what would seem like a pebble. A large, sea green orc with brutish gums walked behind the delicate woman, it's large blacksteel mace dropping onto the deck. His arms folded as he turned, the back of his hip leaning against the railing.

"Aye Solaine, you doin' alright?"
The orc asked in it's harsh voice, the tone sounding like a constant growling drunkard.​

"Bored. Tired. The usual."
The woman stated as she tossed another pebble out into the deep blue and green sea.

"The Premise is all I'm doing ever since the Ministry fell apart, and Spirit knows I'd rather do more than that. It's boring as all void, but my Griffer education and diplomacy experiences might as well get me nowhere."
She growled, throwing another pebble to let it sink to the bottom of the seemingly endless depths of water.
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The rough orc let out what sounded like a growl as he looked to the planks bellow, "Ya could help out with the Vindicators?" He asked, the muscles in his brow raising as he sent the woman a side glance.

"I don't do guard work, Tua. Not since the Violets. I could hardly use their armor anyway, and a Griffer could hardly help out with that. I'm better with paperwork and such, but it isn't fun. It's a chore, boring and not exciting. At least you get to be a mercenary, but it wouldn't fit my set of skills even if I tried."​

The woman pushed herself away from the railing, taking steps towards the cabin. The orc grabbed his mace once more before following the woman, and once they had entered he tossed the large metal weapon back on the wooden flooring. The room was adorned with logs as walls, a large, queen sized bed, a desk stacked with papers, an oil lantern hanging above it as it sways with the ship, bookshelves filled with bottles of various alcohols, as well as folders upon folders of papers.

One of the many yellow folders was grabbed by the woman, a date written in ink indicating it was many months old. Opening the back window in the large 'room', the woman tossed the folder out like a form of Frisbee. The many papers scattered in the wind, before falling into the ocean and sinking right to the bottom.

"Perhaps it is time I take the Premise on a more fun approach, as I did back in the day. Could bring some brightness into my days, and also a good way to get to know people. So, how about once we return home we enjoy our time with the Premise?"
The woman asked with one rare, yet cheerful, smile. It was clear that her words had lifted what most would call a burden.​

"Aye, Lady d'Vaud. We will." ​

The waters splashed up against the side of the ship once more as the two shared grins of excitement, a day of renewal had been brought upon the two, or perhaps, a day that changed something to the better of the past.