Thread: Queens of the Seventh Sea (SilverScar & Erebus)

If there was anything Carmilla did better than steer her ship and men to victory, it was sniffing for people who did not want to be found, going far enough to say that these people didn't know they didn't want to be found. It was likely the other woman didn't know of her presence, otherwise she might have been nosed out herself. It was better this way, being the hunter always suited her better. The red-haired Captain worked through the crowd, keeping her wits about her and her purse close. She had a small pouch of coins tucked betwixt her bosom, mercy on any poor fool who happened to dip their hand into the proverbial pot of gold. The Black Market was unabashedly selling their less than legal wares, weapons of all shapes and sizes waved around gloatingly. Prices were being called out left to right, eager to outdo the stall opposite or next to them. Sometimes it was about quality but usually it was about which vendor had the loudest voice. Trinkets were less sought after but the crowd was impressive enough that Carmilla had to watch her step lest she accidentally stepped on a bauble. Sterling silver accessories were waved close to her face along with secondhand earrings though the sellers were quick to give up on their venture with a well-placed glare. Carmilla didn't speak to a single soul, her way of doing things irregular and unique. She had crossed blades with the other Queen many a time before and it seemed to her that they fought only for the sake of it. She knew what the dark-haired woman enjoyed a good fight, a good slaughter and a polished blade to do it with. She scoured those stalls at first, searching over the steady trickle of heads, knowing she'd recognize Captain Valentia even with her eyes closed. She dared to say that Alexandra almost had a perverse fascination for blades and rapiers, enough for Carmilla to make the inappropriate jab from time to time. She blinked as a flash of silky black caught her attention. Her gaze latched onto it almost instantly before she even knew it. Survival meant knowing who your enemies and allies were and at this point, the other Captain was neither. Carmilla twisted her way through the hoard, those who knew her scurrying out of the way and those that didn't getting the rough shove of her gloved hands as she followed Alexandra like a hound might follow a partridge. She passed by a boy writhing on the ground, moaning and clutching his arm close to his body and whispering civilians standing to the side. Ignored. The scent of cooking meat was staggering, the air filled with enough spices to choke a mule. Her eyes watered but she continued forward with determination, refusing to let a little seasoning get in the way. Stalls that sold food almost always had tasting platters, though they never came cheap. She knew of people who inhaled the scent as if to digest it, unable to afford anything more than that and it was these men and women she glanced at ineffably before striding toward Alexandra who busied herself with an actual plate of food. Carmilla did not call out her presence, simply sliding smoothly forward and motioning for the vendor to pass a plate of her own, retrieving the appropriate amount of coins and dropping them into his sweaty palm before holding her dish at, truthfully, arm's length. She disliked heavily scented foods but she had her quarry cornered. A small smirk rested on her ruby-red lips, white-washing the sound of the crowd as she offered the meat on her plate to the other woman. Enjoying yourself, kitten?