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Devin Lynch
Devin’s attention snapped to the new arrival, eyes wide with surprise. The the surprise soon turned to wonder as he told his tales.
“Like witnessin’ the Leviathan himself battelin’ a wild hydra before it ate the nasty beastie whole, eleven heads an all--"
She found herself leaning forward a bit, weight focused on the balls of her feet. Dev had no idea who this man was, but she like him already.
“…right Sorren?”
Sorren? The state of reverence faded, though a bit of the wonder lingered as Devin searched for the Sorren that the redhead had mentioned. It didn’t take long to find him. A dark haired man stood behind the storyteller. His features were sharper than those his friend, and he wore no expression. Upon a closer look, Devin noticed his dual-colored eyes. A halfborn, then.
The giddy excitement returned.
“Do you know Miss Lynch?”
Looking back toward Lieutenant Roscoe revealed his pointing finger. A small smile curled the corner of her mouth. Being called a “Miss” was always a notion that entertained her. Devin Lynch was no lady by any means. She’d much rather slide down bannisters and holler at the top of her lungs and get her hands dirty than be someone prim or proper. That was part of why sailing was so perfect for her.
Her eyes followed the lieutenant’s arm up to his face, which revealed his confusion. It was understandable. The man’s tales were wild and rather unbelievable. Nonetheless, they were exciting and filled with an adventure. Devin would have to find him later to hear more. But she didn’t know him. The tall man’s scarred face was entirely unfamiliar, as was the elegant sea serval draped across his broad shoulders. She really was a beautiful creature, even if Dev was more of a dire person herself.
Looking back at the stranger, Devin shook her head.
A lust for adventure tugged at her as it normally did, and the man’s tales replayed in her head. Images of the red sails of the Leviathan formed, and the hydra’s eleven hideous heads.
“I don’t know him, sir,” she told the Lieutenant, even if he wasn't asking her.
But I might like to.
Tags: Sterling Roscoe, Moritz, Silverhart; Captain Willy, Fiore, Sorren Corvus, Benathorn