« Last post by Dossta on January 19, 2016, 04:16:45 PM »
Sonata, too, felt something pulling at her from within, and was doing her best to *not* think about it. The deck heaved beneath her feet and she closed her eyes, fighting off another wave of nausea. The others hadn't noticed yet, but it would only be a matter of time.
Well, maybe not. Ris was oblivious as most men were about these things, and probably thought Sonata's curtness over the past few weeks had something to do with *him*. She snorted. And Crysilda seemed little more than a child herself at times. No, the only one likely to notice Sonata's condition was Liothryth, and she was preoccupied with her own troubles.
Sonata gazed miserably out towards land, desperate for the feel of solid ground under her boots but unable to appreciate the view. It had been a miserable voyage. Roughing it over land and over seas had thrown off her count, and it was too late to terminate now. If she had not been in the middle of the gods-forsaken ocean, she might have been able to buy or steal the right herbs . . . but there was no use thinking of that now. Sonata was going to have Requiem's child, and there was nothing she could do about it.
At least they were far away from Pendel. Sonata knew she couldn't avoid going back -- she had debts, and the Guild would send someone to collect eventually. But perhaps she could find somewhere safe to leave the babe. Or maybe (she felt her heart constrict with hope) she would get the lucky break she needed, and could send her blood price back to Pendel before Requiem found out about the child. She figured she deserved a little luck, by now. If Sonata kept her eyes open, this journey might provide her with the opportunity of a lifetime. She couldn't afford to hesitate when it came.
With a sigh, she heaved herself away from the railing and went to find Liothryth.
[OOC: I'm not dead! *Miserable* week, though, so I will be coming back slowly.]