Hope you feel better soon, pheonix!)
"Of course it won't be for naught! In the end we'll have all of our wishes granted, and we'll be a great team. Isn't that how the story always goes? They don't call it a happy ending for nothing," Finn says with a smile.
"From what I've seen you have, like, 69 different names. How do you expect me to remember it all? I barely remember my own name as it is," Arwyn says with a tsk. "We're going as soon as Avalon stops whispering about me and Aspen gets off his high horse and they do their boat thing. I dunno how to work this," Arwyn says.
She goes and sits next to Gineye, the least annoying member to her so far.
(Arwyn's gonna be a bïtch for a while guys, sorry)
Arwyn notices that Sloth's eyes change color as they transition to a new person. Somehow, until now it never registered that that was why Sin was so mood swingy all the time.. Arwyn assumed it was just puberty.
Arwyn's ever-tense shoulders eased down slightly. Perhaps she shouldn't take all of her anger out on Sin, or whoever they were at the moment. She just really, really.. really didn't like being on this boat. The subtle rocking, the smell of water, the sounds. And they hadn't even started sailing yet. This entire path was bringing memories crashing onto her like the waves of the water they were floating on. She started to zone out.
Aspen climbs onto a chair and holds up a hand to feel which way the winds were blowing. "Perfect sailing condition, the winds are blowing just where we're headed so no crazy sail and rope maneuvers right now," Aspen says. "Though it might rain soon."
"Yeah! I can't wait, we're so close, I can feel it in my bonesss!" Finn answers Avalon, clapping happily.
Arwyn curls into a ball and closes her eyes. "If you're tired go into the bay," Aspen says to her chastisingly. "If I remember my brother's design correctly, he should have a cot or two. Dunno how everyone will fit down there for sleeping. 'Suppose you'll make me sleep out on the deck and in the rain," Aspen says with a glare. He realizes Arwyn isn't gonna respond and he looks a little dejected.
The sun is steadily sinking and the sky is a beautiful orange, pink, and purple color as the twilight settles in. Clouds can be seen in the horizon, getting denser. Petrichor teeters on the egde of everyone's nose.
(It's fine, I just wanted to make sure before I did anything.)
Avalon steered the boat through the waves, keeping on the look out for any of the monsters in the water. He then looked at the sky and smiled. Twilight hours always made him think of nights spend in the village, laying on the roof of Embla's hut and just looking at the sky in wonder.