voice; un: daughter-sea

[seaboard]

[ It's a quiet-spoken woman that seems - not quite sure really if she should be speaking at all. ]

Forgive my imposition, I know not how best to...

... This is not as I know my own work best. My name is Lady Gilia, of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity.

To that, I have made something of a good grace with the sailors at the docks, fishermen and fishwives all. I am good at doing my work quietly among them so they pay not much heed to me and talk freely of their lives.

... Is there anything that I ought to listen for that we wait news for?

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un: absterge

[downswing]

( How to ask this most sensitively — )


You are safe in such company?

[seaboard]

Hm?

Oh, yes, yes of course. They can do no harm to me, nor would they wish to.

[downswing]

They are at times... indelicate.

[seaboard]

They are at times more... blunt, it is true, than courtiers I know better.


... but for that more honest, and I can find no fault in their earnesty simply because of my own politeness.

audio; un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

Hello - that would be most helpful, thank you for volunteering for this, Lady Gilia. I'm Hermione Granger, of England.

Listen for their mention of grain shipments for a man named Matthias, if you can. Alternatively, if anything is mentioned of cities beyond Ephes.

[seaboard]

Well met, Lady Hermione.

I shall keep attentive to such things with that guidance. Tis hard of course, so many ships, I cannot quite track them all.

[reparo]

[ Ohoho, she's a lady now. ] The pressure is not resting solely on your shoulders, of course - don't put yourself in danger.

[seaboard]

[ gotta be polite! ]

I am not well versed in any great spy-craft, so I think I shall stay where I am safe and is best.

un: nami (audio)

[cartographie]

My crew and I are living by the docks too, if you ever want a place to stay for a while.

If you're listening, see what they're saying about this dark water stuff.

[seaboard]

You have your own ship?

I will try to follow any murmur I catch wind of. Has there been much found on it, of yet?

[cartographie]

Back home we do, but here I'm afraid all we've got is a small craft that sinks if you use it too long and an old windmill.

It was soaking the sacks of grain those farmers were coming with, back in these wooden cages some of us were transported in, and it was in a few of the ships that were recently in danger of sinking. I wish I had more I could tell you, I'm still piecing everything together myself.

[seaboard]

Sinking ships?


... Does it rot wood?

un: pillar of the heavens | text

[inkfire]

Do you actually sing to the ocean?

[seaboard]

I do.

I am Singer to my people, meaning I guide the hymns, dirges and chants of my family, and thus, my people, in times of festival as well as strife.

[inkfire]

So the ocean counts as your people? Does that mean the fish, too, and everything in it?

You must have to remember a lot of music.

[seaboard]

In a way, like family. Cousins, of a sort. But it is also not like that, it is hard to explain.

I do. I began training when I was 14, and I did not complete it until I was nearly 17. I know it all by memory and have enough songs to know for every day from Winter to Summer, as is needed.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Well met, lovely Lady Gilia, and if you hear of any good berths leading away from here, do pass along the word! Particularly if not filled with rotten grain, the dead, or dead mermaids.

[seaboard]

... Dear mermaids?

[ Her poor cousins!!! ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

There's living ones in the seas, but the adventures we're dragged on usually call on the ones who aren't.

( listen to him sigh over that tragedy. )

un: yiling laozu

[weifinder]

Welcome to our rag tag group, Lady Gilia, I have yet to meet most those who Karsa saw through to us recently — are you confident in your position around the dock's people? No one's causing you trouble?

[seaboard]

They are my own kind, my own people are of the sea, and with them I could never be safer.

[weifinder]

Your faith is touching! If these seas don't properly recognise you, please, don't hesitate to call to those of us more used to land. There are ways this world works which defies all expectations and understandings, but together, we manage well enough.

[Voice, un: howl in one]

[mustact]

What does it mean to sing the ocean to prosperity?

[ He's got no suggestions as of yet, but he's very curious about that. ]

[seaboard]

That when I lift my voice in rejoicing, so too do the waves rejoice with me.

[ :> ]

It was the name granted to me by my Uncle, ruler at the time, when I first took to becoming Singer of my family and managed a great feat of endurance. The sea was calm, and the fishing was good, and he said that even the Sea-Father, guardian of my people, would was glad to hear of my voice.

[mustact]

That sounds like a very important job.

[ The sea needs singing to to be calm, but their guardian is the Sea-Father? Hm ... ]

Is the Sea-Father separate from the sea?