12-16-2021, 10:33 PM
Sören proved himself capable of civil conversation, Kemala noted. It made his chill behavior from before all the more apparent now. Between him being a northman and a just a man in general, Kemala should have known better to expect good manners. It didn’t mean she couldn’t set an example, however. So she nodded and responded, even if frost nipped at the edges of her voice. The more people pushed her away, the harder she pushed back.
“It was a cold sleep. Even with all the blankets that could be spared, I shivered most the night,” she said, tucking her hands in her pockets even then.
Not that he would care, she thought, jealous of his obvious acclimation. “I’ll find the boat for hire,” she said, glad for the delegation. Not only would she find herself distracted from the temperature. In short order, she practically scavenged a flat-bottomed fishing boat. She wasn’t a pretty thing to look at. Any paint on the aluminum sides was long worn off. The ribs were exposed on the inner hull and the seating were two bare benches. But upon inspection, the construction was tough and thick. The motor was gasoline-powered, which wasn’t the luxury it sounded like it was for the CCD, and generated 5.5 HP. That would carry them at a cruising speed across the water for the day. Not to mention any extra power that Kemala herself generated to give the boat an extra nudge.
She was sitting on the bench near the engine when Sören found her again.
“It was a cold sleep. Even with all the blankets that could be spared, I shivered most the night,” she said, tucking her hands in her pockets even then.
Not that he would care, she thought, jealous of his obvious acclimation. “I’ll find the boat for hire,” she said, glad for the delegation. Not only would she find herself distracted from the temperature. In short order, she practically scavenged a flat-bottomed fishing boat. She wasn’t a pretty thing to look at. Any paint on the aluminum sides was long worn off. The ribs were exposed on the inner hull and the seating were two bare benches. But upon inspection, the construction was tough and thick. The motor was gasoline-powered, which wasn’t the luxury it sounded like it was for the CCD, and generated 5.5 HP. That would carry them at a cruising speed across the water for the day. Not to mention any extra power that Kemala herself generated to give the boat an extra nudge.
She was sitting on the bench near the engine when Sören found her again.