Rope the South wind; Canvas the Stars

[coldsong]

There is an ocean in the Nexus--at least one, maybe many--that comes and goes. It has been seen frozen over in the winter, laced with sand and amusements in the summer. Sometimes it's within sight of the Plaza, but more often one has to seek it out in the Wilds, tracking it by the cry of the gulls.

Today, it's close enough to smell the salt-spray.

No one is called, no one is compelled to wander closer, but should the adventurous depart the main Plaza and follow a pebbled path through long grass and winding trees, they will come to a place where the ground rises into a gentle dune, then drops into an expanse of sand and rock sketching out a sort of cove. Indigo water laps the shore there, low waves splashing froth onto the shore. And in the water there is something that could be called a ship, if a ship could be made of ice and bone; if a ship could be strange and hard to look at, if it could stretch up so tall toward the sky it seemed eldritch and unbalanced.

The prow is sharp as a blade, and when the wind sings in the ropes, the noise is high and sweet, like siren song.

Loki is on the shore, and his children are with him. Agnarr and Una are playing in the sand together, the elder stacking rocks and building castles for the younger to knock down. Sigrid and Eindrid, though, are on the Ship itself. A casual observer can see the form of Loki up there with them, guiding them gently as they explore, but he is also below, seated on a heap of driftwood to observe his other two children. Bilocating.

He glances up and nods at whoever wanders close, polite, if protective of the kids.

"Do you believe in birthright?" he asks. "Something beyond the gift of existence itself, to which a person is entitled just by entering the world?"


((ooc: Just to warn, my tags will be VERY slow!))

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[sweetcandygirl]

King Shark is fortunate enough to have his wits around him that he would not attack the children. He has gone with swims with humans before, guiding them underwater. And he just enjoys the moment to himself in the water.

"Oh wow! When did they gain ownership of such a lovely boat?" Harley returns the hug, kissing his cheek in greeting.

[coldsong]

Perhaps, then, they can all swim together in warmer weather! Although Loki is slightly wary of the sea, himself. He knows Ran is down there somewhere, even if they are on good terms for the time being. A sea goddess is not to be trifled with.

"Do you like it?" He beams at Harley happily. "Some people seem to find it creepy, which is fair, but I'm quite fond of it. Their mother, Revna, built it. And their father helped. They are...in the afterlife, now, which is where it was built, but they loaned it to me for a short while, on the condition that I deliver it to the proper owners later."

Not that that was an explicitly stated contract, but it was implied, and Loki took it to heart. "We'll have to teach them sailing. I have an idea who can help, but if you'd like take part, you'd look gorgeous in a pirate costume."

That's halfway a tease; she can wear, and look gorgeous in, whatever she likes, but he sort of suspects she'd enjoy dressing up.

[sweetcandygirl]

Hopefully no one would have any concerns with someone like Shark King, who is of the sea himself, to be in the waters today. After all, Harley is unaware that there might be a sea goddess lurking nearby.

"It reminds me of the pirate ships that would occasionally show up in the Haunted Halls of Coney Island. I always loved those ones. Or being a 'Ghost Pirate' that would hide in the ship, and jump scare people."

"I think Shark King knows a little about sailing. But he would be really good at teaching them how to read the water. Or storms on the water."

Harley tips an invisible pirate hat at him with the compliment.