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Rogue Tides[Y/N](PT. 1)

You never really stop being a mother.

It was night when she first saw them, wading in the cold waters of the north where she was passing through; Haya couldn't fathom the idea of their breath steady in their lungs but upon pulling them out with a hook-... An action she now regrets, it was discovered just how alive they truly were, though it was no surprise the hypothermia had begun to settle in. Tossed from another ship, perhaps fallen from a cliff and was carried to open waters, this is what the elderly chimera assumed happened as she dragged the human's body across the floor of her deck. Regardless, the winged one still showed some motherhood in her care as she stripped the individual of their clothing, taking new ones out of her closet and dressing them accordingly and then settling them in her own bed.

See, you never really stop being a mother.

Tucking them in as if they were from a litter she had bore, the woman grumbled softly as she turned to the outside again, hanging the wet clothes to dry before starting her day. The sun rose in the East as it always did, the shrill cries of seagulls mocking her as she climbed the steps back to the deck of the ship. Starting her duties with the most patience consuming of them all, Haya approached the post holding the dirty cream-colored sail and cracked her knuckles.

Adjusting the sails was by far the most tedious chore on her ship; Everyday it was gripping the ropes and guiding the sail into position, and god forbid a storm have come through the previous night. She never asked for help though-… Haya, that is. If anything the stubborn old scrybe insisted on doing it all herself, whether it be the fear someone else would screw it up, or if it was a show of pride was unclear. All that was known was that she couldn’t work with others. She liked being alone. In her mind, the eyes of the village followed her everywhere she went, so it made sense she led a cause to spend her safety that on open waters where no one could stare.

They couldn't stare here though, alone. Well, alone until you arrived.

Haya was anything but a dull worker, she got it done quickly without question, her strength unmatched as she tied down the sail in it's proper position, only pausing as one seagull swooped down to perch on one of the barrels fastened to the boat. Smiling quietly, Haya would approach the clever avian with a wagging finger, cooing to the thing softly before taking a rolled up piece of paper from it's back where a tiny leather scroll-carrier had been fastened, using a singular claw to scratch the seagull's head. fishing out a small cheesecloth from her pocket, Haya plucked a piece of cheese off a small block, offering it to the bird who accepted it as if it hadn't eaten in years.

"Thank you Pierre, you silly little thing."

With that she turned to unroll the parchment, humming curiously as her gilded eye-shaped sigils scanned the paper. It didn't take long before she rolled the thing back up, a grin spreading across her face as she gripped it in between her thumb and index fingers. The letter had been from an old friend, and one that carried great news of recent events. With what had been entailed on the paper, it was no wonder now why she seemed to be all but glad.

Hooves clicking briskly against the wooden floor of the deck, Haya took her time admiring the sun as it rose, using a hand to shield her eyes as she stared. It wasn't really necessary, she couldn't be harmed by something so small anyways but, it was a habit still. Too much time wasted, she scolded herself as she turned to bustle off, wetting a mop to clean the wood of the floor. No need to dry as the winds and the sun would do that for her; There was no need to put in extra work for such a small thing. Next was breakfast, then after that, cleaning up the cabin and keeping everything in shape.

For breakfast she cut fruits into little shapes and placed them on a tray, scooping the insides of an avocado out onto two slices of bread and then making an omelet-... Two actually, one for herself and one for her snoring guest. Lips pursing and curling into an amused smile, the woman folded what clean laundry was handled and put it away, eating bite by bite as she worked. She was never known to waste time, what could be done then should most certainly be so.

Humming quietly to herself, Haya finished her food and put the dishes away into her admittedly undersized sink, sucking her teeth before cleaning up the booth area only to pause silently. Turning her head to the back of the boat, the woman stared intently back at a small figure standing in the doorway to her sleeping quarters. It was easy to say, they looked terrified. Perhaps they hadn't ever met the other scrybes, or maybe they had and she truly was just the most monstrous.

The two figures stood in silence for several painstaking moments before the woman finally spoke up, setting down the clothes and other items she had gathered up previously. Moving to the side silently, she gestured towards the exit of the cabin, cocking her head to the side.

"You can run, I won't stop you."

More silence passed, and then, they bolted.

Snickering quietly to herself, the woman felt slightly guilty as she knew they would discover they were stranded with her, alone on such a small little boat. The cold ocean waves crashed loudly against the wood of the sailboat as the stranger cried out, gripping the rail of the boat as it lurched with the tides. Climbing the stairs again, Haya couldn't held but grab at her back, groaning as her spine ached from her standing position, and the craning down to look at the new comer.

"Alright, believe me I'm no stranger to waking up in strange places against my own will but, I did save your life. Try not to scream."

With her large ears, it meant her hearing was much more sensitive, like that of a cat, but with horns and wings. The large feathered appendages beat gently against the winds before she looked at the still rising sun again, the stranger seeming to follow her gaze and pause in a brief moment of serenity, sighing quietly as they took time to process what was happening. They has no reason to distrust her so soon, they seemed to think as they turned back to the woman.

"I also made you breakfast, if you're hungry."

Staring for a moment, she really was quiet beautiful. Her hickory colored hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall, and her lips curling into an amused smile. The wings that decorated her back looked to be nothing short of that of an angel, and she seemed to have the eyes to match.

"W-... Where... am I?"

Haya thought carefully about this.

"Well you were wading around in the ice bath that is the Tridents' Depths, when I pulled you from the waters and dried you up,"

Looking down all flush, the stranger squeaked softly realizing they had been changed, a rather alarming yet albeit endearing gesture.

"A... W-what about now?"

"Now, you're aboard the Left Chance, welcomed by its captain."

Grinning cockily with a small yet static glint in her eyes, the woman took a few steps closed before leaning over to the strangers height, holding out a small trowel used to scrape the sides of boats.

"My name is Haya, and you are mine."