'Lullaby' Pieces
(where did the rest go?? must be in knick-knack box still! check AGAIN in Feb)
"Could we not discuss my arse?" Isaille snapped, glancing up.
"We're talking about her arse, not yours," protested Jin. "Yours is just a point of comparison, since I didn't stand there and take actual measurements of hers."
"Yours is going to be at the bottom of the harbour in a moment."
She squinted down at the dodgy chart again.
"... I mean it," she warned from the back of her throat, suddenly realising they were all engaging in the fine sport of Captain-baiting. "If my arse enters the conversation one more time, it's going to be joined by my boot."
"You're gonna kick yourself in the peach?" asked Harstan, impressed.
She presented a fist for his inspection. "See this, Gully?"
"... yes, Captain."
"Want to see it really close up?"
"... no, Captain."
"Who were you talking to?"
Isaille stared. "You didn't see him?"
"See who?"
"That ..." She broke off for a moment, struck by the unpleasant thought of what this likely meant, and how little she liked what it likely meant. "Nuan, he was right here ..."
Her brother shrugged. The pit in her stomach began to deepen until he dropped the blank look for a sudden grin.
"Nah, just playing with you," he said. "Heh heh, should see your face. Like -you're- oracular
material. 'Course I saw him."
Isaille punched him instructively in the gut, leaving him to enjoy the joke as she turned to Jeren.
"Could we not discuss my arse?" Isaille snapped, glancing up.
"We're talking about her arse, not yours," protested Jin. "Yours is just a point of comparison, since I didn't stand there and take actual measurements of hers."
"Yours is going to be at the bottom of the harbour in a moment."
She squinted down at the dodgy chart again.
"... I mean it," she warned from the back of her throat, suddenly realising they were all engaging in the fine sport of Captain-baiting. "If my arse enters the conversation one more time, it's going to be joined by my boot."
"You're gonna kick yourself in the peach?" asked Harstan, impressed.
She presented a fist for his inspection. "See this, Gully?"
"... yes, Captain."
"Want to see it really close up?"
"... no, Captain."
"Who were you talking to?"
Isaille stared. "You didn't see him?"
"See who?"
"That ..." She broke off for a moment, struck by the unpleasant thought of what this likely meant, and how little she liked what it likely meant. "Nuan, he was right here ..."
Her brother shrugged. The pit in her stomach began to deepen until he dropped the blank look for a sudden grin.
"Nah, just playing with you," he said. "Heh heh, should see your face. Like -you're- oracular
material. 'Course I saw him."
Isaille punched him instructively in the gut, leaving him to enjoy the joke as she turned to Jeren.