A loud grunt filled the air, as her dark brown eyes fluttered open, the sailor's boot leaving her stomach as he turned to walk away, "We're 'ere. Gerroff mah ship." Curled up in the pain around her stomach, Beatrixia took in the sky overhead. The sun was rising, filling the sky with pinks and oranges. She smiled, it was going to be a good day, she knew it, the Mona of the world was telling her, in its own way. She had been told that the Mona didn't communicate back to her people, or any people at all. But she knew better, no matter what anyone else said.
She placed her palm on the boards of the river ship, and pushed herself upright, reaching up to grab the slippery rail of the ship, pulling herself to standing. The captain had never made his disdain for her kind hidden, and she appreciated that about him. Open and honest. That and his magnificent beard, brown and peppered with grey, wild and unruly. Like an untouched forest. He had let her on his ship to travel here, and that was all she needed. A few kicks here, some lovely new insults there, it was all part of what came with meeting new people. Not everything could be cheery and lovely. She was thankful for this captain.
As she watched him light his pipe, she smiled weakly at him, before turning away, the smile growing devilishly. She listened carefully, heard him sucking in the air to stock the flame, to ensure a good light. Once he had it going, she began speaking softly over the river as they neared Vienda. She spoke to the Mona in the winds, asking that they Darken the light source that was the man's lit pipe. And she waited a moment, praying that the winds were feeling as mischievous as herself.
She turned back toward the captain and crew, watching them go about the preparations for docking at the upcoming river port. And the smoke from the pipe kept rolling. She kept a stoic smile up, but inside she was disappointed. It seemed to have fizzled out. Maybe the winds weren't up for morning shenanigans.
She stooped down, grabbing her pack and hefting it onto her shoulders. Well, she wasn't going to let a failed spell get her down. The Mona had already showed her today would be a good day, and she was not about to be convinced otherwise. She saw many other ships coming and going at the upcoming docks, smiling bright as that new experience wash of emotion took her over. It was the best feeling in the world.
As the ship docked, and the gangplank was lowered, she walked over toward it. She stopped by the captain, smiling up at him and his wonderful beard, "Thank you for providing me safe passage. I hope the winds continue to blow true for you." She stepped toward the gangplank, then stepped back toward the captain, one hand up, as though she forgot something. The captain had started forward, and the two bumped into one another. As they did, her other hand slipped two fingers into a pouch hanging from his belt. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." She backed up, the thieving hand slipping into a pocket, "Do you know any good places to eat here? I'm starving."
He grunted, pointed off in the direction, "That's Hollow Street. Ya can find food your kind like there." She smiled at him and nodded, patting his chest with her raised hand. She turned and descended the gangplank. She walked along the docks, and around the corner onto Hollow Street, and only then she pulled her hand out of her pocket. She sighed as she looked at it. She had plucked a small amount of tobacco from his pouch. Oh well, she could learn to enjoy smoking. But she'd need a pipe.
She pocketed the tobacco, and walked up to the first person that she caught looking at her, a wide smile on her face. "Hello! Do you know where I could get a smoking pipe?"