A Nightingale in Sunshine 2a
anonymous
January 31 2012, 08:50:21 UTC
All around her was darkness, a heavy bank of clouds blocked out the stars so that sea and sky were an indistinguishable mass of black and grey. Leliana shivered, and wondered how far they were from Ferelden.
She was not alone on the deck of the ship. Other refugees had similarly escaped the cramped quarters below decks to take some fresh air while the sea was calm, and all around them sailors climbed the ropes and watched the horizon, calling to each other in their own secret language of halyards and gudgins. She was not alone, but still Leliana felt lonely. Bethany had fallen ill, and her family had closed ranks, taking turns to keep watch against those in the crowd of desperate refugees who might see an unconscious woman as an opportunity for theft or worse. Leliana had offered to help, but the eldest Hawke girl didn’t trust her, they had only known each other for a few weeks and having grown up among apostates she clearly saw anyone associated with the Chantry as a threat. This hurt, but Leliana understood. She felt protective towards Bethany herself, she was a sweet girl, and it would be a tragedy for her to escape the darkspawn only to fall during the journey to safety.
Leliana was jostled from her thoughts by the elbow of a passing sailor.
“Watch it,” he said absently, readjusting the box that was filling his arms and blocking his vision.
“I’m sorry,” said Leliana. “I’ll get out of the way.”
The sailor stopped. “Orlesian, are you?” he said in a much more unfriendly tone. “Yeah, that figures. Rats always know when to jump a sinking ship. Just watch you don’t get et by sharks.”
“I will try to remember that,” she said. He snorted to himself and kept walking.
Leliana moved to a more out of the way part of the deck and started singing to herself under her breath: Il était un petit navire Il était un petit navire Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais navigué Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais…
Re: A Nightingale in Sunshine 2a- note
anonymous
January 31 2012, 09:13:50 UTC
It is a rule that any time I use any language other than English in a fic I will do it wrong. But as far as I can tell this is a French folk song about a boy who nearly gets eaten by sailors then is saved by the Virgin Mary.
She was not alone on the deck of the ship. Other refugees had similarly escaped the cramped quarters below decks to take some fresh air while the sea was calm, and all around them sailors climbed the ropes and watched the horizon, calling to each other in their own secret language of halyards and gudgins. She was not alone, but still Leliana felt lonely. Bethany had fallen ill, and her family had closed ranks, taking turns to keep watch against those in the crowd of desperate refugees who might see an unconscious woman as an opportunity for theft or worse. Leliana had offered to help, but the eldest Hawke girl didn’t trust her, they had only known each other for a few weeks and having grown up among apostates she clearly saw anyone associated with the Chantry as a threat. This hurt, but Leliana understood. She felt protective towards Bethany herself, she was a sweet girl, and it would be a tragedy for her to escape the darkspawn only to fall during the journey to safety.
Leliana was jostled from her thoughts by the elbow of a passing sailor.
“Watch it,” he said absently, readjusting the box that was filling his arms and blocking his vision.
“I’m sorry,” said Leliana. “I’ll get out of the way.”
The sailor stopped. “Orlesian, are you?” he said in a much more unfriendly tone. “Yeah, that figures. Rats always know when to jump a sinking ship. Just watch you don’t get et by sharks.”
“I will try to remember that,” she said. He snorted to himself and kept walking.
Leliana moved to a more out of the way part of the deck and started singing to herself under her breath:
Il était un petit navire
Il était un petit navire
Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais navigué
Qui n’avait ja-ja-jamais…
She heard the boards creak behind her.
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