Sɪɴᴅʀɪ / Hᴀʟғ-ʙᴏʀɴ / Oᴘᴇɴ / Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Devin Lynch, Matthias Thatch(?)
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Sindri's teeth ground together as he felt a push from his side. A stumble, rather? The girl ran into him from just behind his peripheral vision, catching him off-guard as he collapsed beneath her. He hit the ground before he had time to process the impact, his side suddenly feeling fairly bruised.
"Sorry-" he began to mutter before he had begun to right himself. He took a moment more than he needed to make sure that his balance was working before he tried to sit up. Bits of his flyaway bangs caught in the splintery wood of the deck, silver-white and out-of-focus in front of the halfborn's face.
Blinking sudden tears- the fault of the smoke, probably- from his eyes, he looked to the one who had knocked him over. A tall celtic girl, taller than him in any case, held out one hand, clutching something shiny in the other.
Sindri stared for a moment, eyes wide, before accepting her hand. His own hand was noticeably smaller than the girl's, though not quite as pale. He felt something small and cold in one of his pockets as he shifted his weight to stand, something no larger than his smallest finger.
"Th-ank you, miss," he said through chattering teeth, his nerves showing themselves amongst the noise and chaos after all. Once righted, he pulled back his own hand quickly. He rubbed this eyes, trying to clear them of the smoke and salty water and only seeming to make both worse.
He took his hands away from his eyes, resigning himself to the stinging of the smoggy air. He cast his eyes first to the ground, then back to the girl, thinking.
"I don't suppose-" he began to ask, voice barely above a whisper before trailing off into a brief fit of coughing. He covered his mouth with one fist, eyes teary anew as the interruption subsided.
"-don't suppose you've seen a wolfkin just now?" he asked, setting his jaw as he convinced himself to ask for help.
"I'm missing a tall fellow, just after the explosion," he said, hasty and nervous but determined. He paused, eyes wandering to the ship and across the docks, following the hectic movements of rushing people. No one that he knew, not so far as he could see. Certainly no Matthias to be seen.