forum Fairies & Pirates RP (closed)

Started May 27, 2018 by @Poppy

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The water stung, but Lucas knew it would help in the long run. "Phi, where are we going to stay?"

Phiri looked down at her brother and sighed. "I don't know." she said sadly. "But we'll figure it out."

"I'll go look for something." Lucas stood up, wincing a bit before wandering about the island.

"No!" Phiri said, flying over to him. "Your not going anywhere by yourself. You stay with me, and we'll look around the lake trees."

"Okay." Lucas grabbed onto Phiri's hand and walked around. He didn't want to say it, but he felt safer with her there.

Phiri squeezed her brothers hand as they looked for shelter, feeling glad that he was with her. As the patrolled the lake area, she realized that it was all actually very beautiful. "Hey, check this out!" She said, pulling her brother over to an old hollow tree.

"Is it safe?" Lucas peered inside the hole and fell backwards when a bat flew out, startled.

Phiri giggled. "We can make it safe." she said. Then she shot a large gust of wind through the hole, and every creature that lurked inside of it flew out. Checking inside, the entire hollow was bare.

Lucas pulled himself to his feet and brushed the leaves from his clothes. He walked towards the hole, looking in warily.

"Help me get some leaves for cushions." Phiri demanded.

"Yes, ma'am." Lucas went into the forest and came back a couple minutes later with a few scratches, plenty of burrs, and lots of leaves.

Taking the leaves from her brother, Phiri sighed and blew all the burrs off. "Thanks." she muttered, and spread the leaves out in the hollow. "Go wash out your scratches again; we don't want them getting infected." She said gently.

"Yes, Phi." He washed out the scratches with clean water and came back, pulling a couple more burrs from his clothes.

Flint walks back to the cave, he hops down and takes a few steps inside, "Hey, Maristela. It's me Flint"

"I'm curious as to where that pirate went." Phiri wondered aloud. But then she just shrugged it off, glad to be rid of him.

"Hopefully far away from here…" Lucas's wings were still sore from being crushed in the ropes, and he had a feeling he had grown claustrophobic after the bag incident.

Maristela gasps as she hears Flint call her name. "Hi." she whispers. She scans her surroundings cautiously. "They are looking for me."

"Who? The other sirens?" Flint questions, carefully moving further inside the cave.

"Derya. My mother. She leads our gossip. My two sisters, Mira and Sedna, are ruthless. And then there is Tasi, the loner we found when I was little who joined our family. She understands me but still goes along with the group. If my mother or one of my sisters find us, they will definitely kill you." she fiddles with her hair anxiously.

Flint nods, "Right, do you know any places you can hide?"

Maristela looks down while she speaks. "Here. It has always been my safe spot but since I brought you here, when you were hurt and bleeding, it is now attracting sirens. I have to find somewhere else. Far east is where my family's pod is. If I go through Death Valley, all the rotting sailor smells can cover my wounded scent. It used to be a hunting ground for sirens, but no pirates sail there anymore. Most of the sirens have left. Then I can find a place from there."

Flint nods, processing the information for a few seconds. "Thank you, I… I'm sorry about this whole thing," He looks down, knowing it's his fault that she is injured and has to move, it's his fault that the fairies all hate him and it's his fault that he's all alone. The thoughts leave a pit in his stomach.

"You should get back to your family." Maristela stares at the vast sea ahead.

"I don't have one, and even if I did I can't get off this island. I'm kind of stranded," Flint looks around the cave, calculating his chance of survival on the island, although considering he never had an education there wasn't much 'calculating' about it, it was more of an assumption or guess.

"Laminaria shells!" Maristela gasps with excitement, for which she feels she finally found a friend. "Another wise known as Oarweed stones, if mixed correctly, can develop sorta a gill in your throat, so you can breath underwater. My grandmother was a potionist. She would read me recipes like bedtime stories. I just need some fresh water, salt water, dirt, a fish, seaweed, and the shells. Also a rock, a heavy one, and some twigs. I can get the shells and the fish and the seaweed and the salt water. Can you get the rest? Wow, I should of probably given you time to process all that. Do you need to write it down?"

"I probably should but I don't have anything to write it down on or with. Could you repeate what I need to get quickly? I'll try remember." He says, preparing to go.

"A bowl for mixing, a cup of fresh water, a rock that can fit in the bowl, some twigs, and dirt."

Flint nods, "I'll be back," he says before leaving. He finds twigs, dirt and a rock easily. He has a tin in his bag that he hopes will work as if not he wouldn't know where to find a bowl. He goes back to the fresh water lake to refill his flask which he had almost finished.