Nov. 27th, 2016

anarchist_queen: (sila)
"I don't know about this, Cousin." Jack frowned. The clouds, dark and foreboding loomed closer. "Maybe we should start with-"

"Something smaller?" Sila guessed. She cocked an eyebrow at the Selkie beside her. Then she looked back at the approaching storm, readying her fiddle. The two stood side by side on a small rocky atoll.

There was an old saying among bi-pedal aquatic fae: You must first learn to swim, before you can walk. But that wasn't what concerned Jack. "Actually I was going to say natural."

"You say what?"

"There's something off about this storm. Can't you tell?"

"Is this more of the old 'you have the instincts of a land-lubber' song?"

"That and your powers of observation. If you're going to learn to affect the weather, you have to remember how it works. Which way is the wind blowing?"

Sila pointed with her bow, and her eyes widened. The storm was clearly moving against the wind.



"So...we should leave?"

"I was so hoping you'd say that. Your sense of adventure is far too infectious."

But the moment they turned their backs to the storm, the wind gusted stronger than ever, as if deliberately pushing them towards the ominous front.

"Oh Gods dammit. I blame you for this." he growled.


"I blame you for this!" Grace shouted over the howling wind.

Her beloved Captain grinned fiercely, gripping the helm tightly. "Oh look! What a lovely morning you said! We'll be home in no time!"

"Well you're the one who listened to me!"

"Shouting of which, do you hear music?"


Sila and Jack were swept up into the tempest, tumbling helplessly. Desperately, Sila began to play her fiddle. No time like the present to practice weather magic. Though they were still borne along wherever the wind cared to take them, she was at least able to stabilize them and keep her cousin beside her.

And then a shape loomed out of the darkness before them, cresting a wave and something caught her elbow, jerking her bow across the strings with an evil hiss.

Her spell disrupted, she and Jack plummeted towards the water, but a figure swung towards the pair, catching Sila around the waist. Jack saved himself by grabbing hold of the same netting that had snagged Sila.

Sila was dropped as gently as was possible given the circumstances to what turned out to be the deck of a ship. The storm abating, she looked up at the face of her rescuer, and gaped.


to be continued...
anarchist_queen: (sila)
"Mom?" The red-haired human (as far as Sila could tell, and what was a human doing in Faerie?) helped Jack haul himself over the railing, then looked at Leda(?). "Something you need to explain there, oh Captain my Captain?"

Leda(?) pulled Sila to her feet, frowning. "Sorry tune-slinger, you've got me mistaken for someone else."

Sila tried very hard to pull herself together. The unnatural storm sweeping her and Jack up, and then finding herself rescued by a woman who looked just like her adopted mother combined to create a very confused Elfling.

But her mother was utterly terrified of the sea, and besides which, this woman's accent was subtly different, and there was something else about the way she spoke and carried herself...

"Uh, yeah huh I guess I...I have. Is your name Leda?"

The stopped the Captain cold. Her face composed itself into the deadpan look that Sila did recognize. "One of them is." she said eyeing the slightly younger woman.

Jack leaned toward the red-head. "What's going on?" he whispered.

"No idea." she confided back. "And I don't like not knowing."

"Who are you?" Leda demanded.

Sila straightened up and did her best to look composed. She never did composed very well. "My name is Sila Danan. Adopted Daughter of-ack!"

Leda had grabbed her by the front of her shirt and yanked her forward. "What the hell, Nell?" she growled, inspecting the girl closely. But apparently what she saw agreed with her.

Still off to the side, Jack's new confidant let out an appalled sound. "What?"

Leda's astonished grin warred with lingering disbelief.

"Holy shit it is you! Are you from the future?! Is it that weekend?"

"What?!" Grace demanded again, louder.

"What?" Sila asked weakly, completely bewildered all over again.

"What? No seriously, what?" Jack asked, casting a helpless look around at the entire crew who were watching with equal confusion.

"Fandom thing!" Captain Leda of the Border Islands announced. "Less thinking more drinking!"


"After you've done your work!" Grace reminded them.


To be continued...


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