Thread: The Elementalist (Lady Nefrodiel)

She was alone. Alone except for Alena who she couldn't spot anywhere. And her own ship was out of sight. No, she couldn't fly. She hadn't mastered that aspect of her wind abilities yet. She could perhaps manipulate the water and arrange for her and Alena to skid all the way back to their ship. But that was rather risky. Considering the fact they were moving farther and farther from the ship and she only had a general idea of where it was. She needed a plan where they didn't die either by pirates or drowning. After all, her power could only last so long. So, for the moment she was stuck. Because right now they were completly isolated in the middle of the sea. They would escape somehow. Their chances would be better by land. Perhaps a communication spell to inform her allies of where she was when they did escape. Or perhaps good old fashioned charm could aid her? Were there any weaknesses in that captain's crew... surely there was someone who was ambitious and wanted to overthrow the captain. Just the tiniest bit of doubt would do. There always was one in the group. And when she found him, he would make sure to think that she was on his side. After all, she alone had the power to give them anything they wanted. Her green eyes glanced around the ship curiously. This would be her new surroundings and the sooner she learned it, the less she would be a disadvantage. Turning her attention to the man who was the cause for all this trouble, Victoria smiled as if she had not a care in the world. Yes, I do see that the Atropos is a lovely ship, she thoughtfully scanned the area some more before continuing, I do wish the circumstances could be better... but I suppose that goes without being said. The noblewoman pursed her lips a bit upon the news that the plan had changed once again. In fact, Victoria knew it was quite a risk to come here on her own... there no gaurentee that he would keep to his word. I see, she replied, What an indecisive captain you are to be constantly changing your mind like that. I feel sorry for your men. Sympathetically she looked at the grimy, disgusting-looking men with the greatest look of kindness molded on her face. She meant no harm, not at this moment. The angry, slighted older sister and daughter was gone at the moment. All that had been tucked away so she could channel it more usefully. Once again, she turned her gaze back to the captain's as she chuckled at her own expense. Let the men know she did not think she was some lofty goddess who thought she was the best. A leader needed to be approachable, someone who could relate to their followers yet appear as a bastion of strength. It was rather a tricky line to walk. Yes, I suppose you are right... I have rather made this easy. And I'm in no position to be saying anything like that at all. After all, I'm a rather simple girl... whose bark is definitely worse than her bite, probably due to a lifetime of praise. But alas, we are all victims of our upbringing... no matter how much we try to escape it, she answered lazily. Some of it was true, some of it lies. She was a simple girl. Her eyes widened in confusion, How much wealth does my family have? Why, even I don't know. A ladylike shrug could be seen although Victoria didn't enlighten them that she wouldn't count on getting a lot of money off of Alena as a hostage. The only Boswell they would be interested in having returned would be her... her father and herself were really the only fans of Alena. Of course, her two cousins were rather attached to her but they would not win against the might of her brother, uncle, and aunts.