-Journey of a Lifetime-(Jazz, Micayla)

[Desperanza]

When they had started the trip, the weather had remained in a swirling mass of grey with thick rain splashing at their backs often but by late morning of the day into their travel, the weather was clearing up and the sun was beginning to peek through the clouds. By now, Orlonox had traveled through once more on his way back to his swamp and he had spotted the travelers, pointing their way into a safe route for the beach without catching sign of soldiers. The dragon had made good points with the traveler Jazz and the man and his sick traveling woman was worth the dragon’s protection in the beast’s eyes and with a brief word with Jazz, the dragon had willed the traveler a better life in Ellsinora, and that his woman would not die before they got there. He had touched his muzzle upon Jazz’s hand and breathed gently, a rare form of kindness to humans that were often a meal, and not a friend. The dragon had cleared their way all the way to the shore, making quick food out of any soldiers that popped up or any that threatened to give trouble and by the time they had reached a clear path to the shore, the dragon had headed home, bidding the pair fair well before departing and leaving the humans on their way to the sands of the shore along the Dirya sea, the sun beating steadily upon glimmering ebony scales of the brilliant black beast as he departed.

The sun was beating, waves of heat emanated across the plains of the wastelands, it was not an easy trip but for the most part it was dry with a few drizzling rains to cool the pair here and there. However, the changing temperatures and continuous moisture was feeding her fever and by the time the shore even came into view as well as the tiny village sprinkled through the sand dunes, she was shivering violently, her breaths raspy and uneven and her skin clammy and fiery to the touch. The poor woman was bent forward in the saddle, leaning against the pommel for support as her hands clutched the mane of the stallion, her hold weak as she leaned forward. Her eyes had hardly opened throughout the trip and when they did it wasn’t for long. They remained open for only a few moments before drifting closed again, dizzy by the sight of the ground passing below, even at the slow pace that they were taking. Her features were pale and she was shivering, finding it hard to keep in the saddle anymore but the harder she shivered, the more her broken ankle tapped the saddle and tiny tears spilled down her cheeks now and again. By the time the shore approached, she was nearly laying on Kaspar’s back though if she was sober instead of sick, she would not do such a thing to the poor stallion and if she got word of what she was doing, she would feel terrible.

When the salty wind blew against her and she breathed deeply the salty air, the woman stirred, her emerald eyes drifting open for a brief moment as the terrain shifted, the sands much softer then the stone and harder ground of the terrain that skirted Ohanzee. Her form shifted at the stallions back but not much, he chin lifting slightly against the fine hairs of the brilliant black stallion as she sent a glance towards the small huts at the beach, most working for Murate in carrying goods to and from the shore just to make a living but these people lived a bit better, scraping off the top of the goods and keeping what they took for themselves so they were in a bit better condition than town but not much. However, the sight of the ocean, the beckoning waves and the white foam of the ocean. The vast expanse of sand and the sea spread out as far as the eye could see. For a moment, she panicked. She had expected to see her home when they had finished their trip and she sat up a bit straighter but as she did, she gasped and quite suddenly, she coughed. Her body trembled and her fingers clenched at the mane of the horse once more and before she knew it, she was falling. Unable to hold herself upright at the stallions back, her body slid to the left, tipping towards the ground as she gave in to the fever that she was slowly succumbing to. Feverish and ill, she couldn’t hold on and her fingers slid from Kaspar’s ebony tresses as she fell towards the ground.

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[Deidra]

Jazz was thrown for a pretty big loop at Orlonox's kindness. He was hugely grateful of his assistance, just didn't quite now what to make of it as the dragon led the way and cleared the path of all those who would wish to do harm upon him and Micayla. It had been indeed slow travelling but he was not upset about the pace they were making, only Micayla's deteriorating condition. When they finally were close to the sea and Orlonox left them, after a word of thanks from Jazz, he let out a sigh of relief and continued forward. As the shore came into sight Jazz looked back at Micayla and moved to go to her side as she began to fall. He lunged forward and just barely caught the upper half of her body, and winced as her legs fell against the ground.

That was when he decided to carry her the rest of the way, and he craddled her into his arms and set off towards the sea side town once more. It was only minutes later that they were striding through the street of the town, his eyes running over the familiar houses, looking for that of Ishmael's. In his arms Micayla was becoming even warmer as her fever continued to rise and he whispered meaningless words in her ear, trying to keep her awake until they reached his friends house and he could help her. It was a ways down the street when he finally saw the familiar home and his strides lengthened until he was upon the house and rapping hard against the door.

It seemed like ages not mere minutes before the door opened and Ishmael appeared his wife behind him as they peered out at the sight before him. "She needs help will you please help her?!" Jazz spoke earnestly pleading almost as Ishmael moved away frantically from the door and he spoke to his wife "Shara get his horse will you, take him into the back, away from thieving hands" and she rushed passed him outside and Jazz ducked into the house "Where can I put her?" he asked his tone frantic now for he was becoming increasingly worried for the woman in his arms. "Here on the table lay her here." Ishmael replied and led Jazz into a smaller room and motioned to the table. Jazz nodded and placed her on the table then Ishmael instructed him to go wait in the other room and Jazz reluctantly did so, grief filling his face.

[Desperanza]

Micayla lay within Jazz’s arms, feeling the pain that radiated through her ankle as it hit the ground and her body jolted slightly in shock, her lungs filling sharply with a quick intake of breath. Her eyes fluttered open for a mere moment and the once clear and vibrant emerald was now dark and clouded over with sickness. She gazed into the face of Jazz with a small flicker of recognition lighting her eyes for a moment before they closed again and she lowered her head against his chest. The time spent making their way through town she was simply listening to his soft and sweet words that filled her mind, the only thing that enticed her not to give up and allow the darkness to swallow her away. His voice pulled her, not quite allowing her to sleep like her body wanted to and so when they reached the house, her head turned slightly to catch a glimpse of the strangers at the door with a wince. She had only a brief look at the people before her head was once again turned into Jazz’s black cloak, her eyes coming closed again as she settled herself into him and relaxed.

She knew that they were moving again and soon the warmth of the sun left her skin but even so, the salty air lingered for the huts that these people built for their homes could do nothing against the thick salty air of the sea. The mineral stained her senses and she breathed a bit more deeply now, a little invigorated by the crisp and salty air that she took in but never the less, her fever was raging far too high and she shivered, a fine layer of cold sweat coming to layer her body now as her head tilted back over Jazz’s arm and her hands fell limp against her stomach, her eyes drifting closed as the blackness threatened to overtake her. When Jazz laid her upon the table and straightened and the misty words of the strange man motioned for him to wait in the next room she felt panic well up within her. She didn’t want Jazz to leave her he was her only sanctuary, her only saving grace and if he left her, she would be alone once again. None the less she heard the whisper of the flaps that formed the door fall back into place as Jazz left and she trembled, her eyes slowly drifting open for a moment to gaze at the man as he bent over her to inspect her condition and slowly he circled the table, preparing an herbal remedy to try and battle the infection but her mind was clouded and tight with fever, the infection was raging wildly within her and her mind teased her with wicked fears and memories.

She was tossed back into that night, the night that she had attempted to escape…
Bare feet padded against the stony cobbles and the whisper of cotton could be heard. She wore no slip tonight because it would have been far too confining for her and she would not be able to run with it. She didn’t plan on meeting up with anyone anyways so what did it matter? She did not bring any items with her for she had nothing of value other then the maine coon cat, Lucifer. The blue merle feline had mewed and meowed mercilessly in her flee about her small home preparing to leave and she had considered bringing him with her. He was intelligent and loyal and it would break her heart to leave him so she brought him, letting him out of the door behind her though it was every creature for themselves on the street and she prayed that he would keep up. She had carefully snuck through town, avoiding patrolling soldiers and guards to the King as she knew that if she was caught, it was all over. However miraculously her pace had been swift and thus far she had not been caught and she was finally making it to the edge of the swamp, the trees laid out just before her. She however missed the sight of the guards that had been snooping the swamp, wanting the head of the dragon that was said to live there and instead of finding the dragon, they found her.
The mission had been led by Mihlay and when he was the first to spot the woman, the cries rang out and the chase was on. The woman did not look back for time and hurry was of the essence at this point, she would have to be swift if she was to make it out alive this time. Her feet hurriedly whisked over the turf, the hiss and stench of the swamp met her nose and she held her breath but not for long. She pushed her hands forward to shove branches out of the way, stumbling through the brush as leafless limbs scraped her cheeks and arms and thorns tore at her legs. Like barbed wire, she made her way through the mess of mangy items before her feet were entangled and she fell to the ground. The guards would soon be upon her.

She had been tied by her wrists and pulled and dragged all the way through town. She had cried out and screamed for help and yet the onlookers were just that, onlookers. They would not help. They would not be risking their lives to help this woman so they simply looked on with silent and desolate expressions for she was a woman and she would surely suffer the fate of being so and probably be killed afterwards, if she was not kept as a pawn for the guards. Unfortunately, they were right and when she was pulled to the quarters they wasted no time, men shedding metal and padding for the night ahead for tonight, their masculine bodies would feast greedily on that of the poor woman that had been caught trying to escape from Murate. By the end of the night, this woman would be begging for death and her body would be worn and used. They would keep her around for future pawning and usage for this one was wild and beautiful, she was a prize they enjoyed. She was tied to the cot of one of the soldiers, still tied at the wrists but that was all and as the first man settled over her, her dress ripped away and her body succumbing to his wants even after trying to fight him off, she squeezed her eyes closed and the torture began.

Micayla gasped, her eyes snapping open and staring wide at the ceiling of this room. The table that she was on was hard and held her still for she was too weak and sick to climb off and run away. But he made her nervous and when she opened her mouth to scream, he held a bowl to her lips and sweet and bitter juices ran down her throat. Hot and radiating with zinger, the mild tea was a shock to her senses and she choked, coughing wildly. The man’s hand was held at her back, lifting her torso from the table a bit so that the tea would run down her throat and she would not suffocate or spit it out. She coughed and her eyes snapped wildly, glancing around her surroundings in panic. After a moment, a woman passed into the room, Shara. The woman smiled softly, patiently. She understood the fear in Micayla’s eyes, knowing that the woman was from Ohanzee. The beach life was something new to her and in her eyes, her helpers were strangers. The woman spoke softly to Micayla and stroked her hair and once Ishmael had managed to get the tea down Micayla’s parched throat, his wife shooed him from the room as well so that she could bathe the cold sweat from Micayla’s skin and dress her in fresh crisp clothes that would warm her.

Hours passed with only Shara in the back to work with Micayla with Ishmael passing through here and there, delivering items to his wife for the woman that Jazz had delivered for them. His face was stony each time he came in and out of the back of the hut where they harbored Micayla and if Jazz asked, Ishmael did not tell him much for there was not much to tell and for a while he worried that despite their best efforts, Micayla would die. Ishmael busied himself making a sea food stew to feed their guests as well as himself and his wife, making light chatter with Jazz to try and keep his nerves and worried at bay. He encouraged the man to sit with him just outside of the hut with sunset lighting the beach in brilliant colors and a wooden board spread across his lap while he cut freshly caught fish into proper pieces, gutting and skinning them before scaling the fine filets into bite sized pieces which he lowered into the pot while he addressed Jazz, “Tell me, Jazwinder. For I have not seen you in quite some time my friend, what brings you all the way out here to the beach?” he inquired quietly to Jazz, enticing him to talk now as he continued to work with the fish, inquiring as to their journey to Ellsinora and things that Jazz had done and for some time, he chatted lightly and told the traveler stories of the beach and places that Shara and himself had traveled as he worked to brew the supper until it finished, a spicy and flavor enriched stew which he spooned into a bowl and offered to Jazz now, “Eat, you must keep up your strength for your woman.” He encouraged to him now as he looked upon the disheveled features of Jazz, the poor man obviously worrying for the woman that he had brought with him and of which rested in a coma state in the back room, finding it hard to fight against the infection that stole away her body.

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[Deidra]

Jazz couldn't think of another time that his heart had felt so much grief. He had paced and sat only to get up and pace some more as they walked in and out of the back room with solemn looks upon there faces. His blue eyes pained as he sat without any word of how she was doing. The minutes always seemed like hours until he finally walked out side and was joined by Ishmael. Jazz knew his face must look as if he had just lost someone very dear to him, for he felt as if he very well might.

They sat like that for several hours as Ishmael tried to talk about anything and everything in hopes to keep Jazz's mind on other things. When it came time that the meal was ready he took it reluctantly not particularly hungry but he couldn't find anything to fault his friends logic so he ate it appreciatively thanking Ismael as the food was wonderful. He let his eyes travel over the horizon looking for ships that weren't there, they wouldn't be for another day. Jazz became slightly too warmed by the sun in his big black cloak and he shed it before asking Ishmael "My friend do you perhaps have an extra shirt I could wear?" and Ishmael nodded before walking back inside the small house.

When he came back he brought a white shirt folded in his arms and a faint smile on his face as he handed the shirt to him. "Here my friend it is yours we both know you'll need it." he said fondly before making his way back inside once more. Jazz watched him go before unfolding the shirt, it was a rather nice shirt that looked as if it had never been worn. He unbutton it and pulled it on finding it to be more than just a shirt but a dress shirt at that. It had a slightly ruffled v neck and long sleeves with button up cuffs. A sad smile crossed his face as he sat there waiting for any sort of news about Micayla.

[Desperanza]

The hours passed right into the night. The sun set and still there was hardly any news of Micayla to be told. She had yet to wake nor her fever to break. Ishmael spent a few hours of the night fashioning a contraption to assort her ankle into a proper position to heal itself, a brace of sorts carved from sturdy wood and a few thin metal poles that he had melted down and formed himself. It had however been much simpler to handle shifting the bone back into place with her sleeping solidly within her coma like state and so she didn’t stir as he swiftly fashioned the brace and helped her ankle back into place before leaving it at that. It would probably cause her quite a bit of pain through the healing process and it would be some time before she walked properly again but it would perhaps heal back normal.

However into the morning when the late morning sun began to beat, finally, Micayla came to wake and her fever finally broke. For the first time she was awake since arriving at the sea side village. Shara had come out into the morning sun, calling thrilled praise to the heavens that the young woman had finally woken before scurrying off among her neighbors to gather some more refreshing fruit, trading Ishmael’s stew for bundles of fruit before returning to her own hut where she cut and bowled the juices and carefully she spent the morning tipping sweet and bitter juices down Micayla’s throat until finally, the auburn haired young woman could sit up against the folds of the bed without melting back down in weakness all over again. Only then, when Micayla could sit up without being aided did Ishmael finally come to Jazz with news, “She has woken, and we have fed her an assortment of fruit juices to cleanse her system and give her nutrition. Hopefully she will come around and polish the fruit off during the remainder of the day while we wait for the ship to arrive. You may see her now, if you’d like.” He stated quietly to him with a slight smile.

Micayla’s eyes fluttered open, her emerald eyes offering a slight spark from the dull shade that it had previously retained. She was finally coming around, her head turning to each side to gaze around herself while Shara talked softly to her, soothing the young woman as stress would only fuel the fire all over again and it was something that Shara certainly did not want to do. Now, as Micayla sat there with her back to the back of the bed clothes that supported her and a blanket layered over her legs and midsection, she sighed, closing her eyes slowly for a brief moment as she began to ask for Jazz, eager to find and thank her savior, and to find out where the heck he was taking her as well for she knew that she was not home but when she pressed Shara for news of Ohanzee, she finally came to inform Micayla that the town had been destroyed without a building left standing and with tears stinging her eyes, Micayla came to terms that she had no home now, and the leaving was made sweeter now as she awaited sign of the tall man that had brought her here.

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[Deidra]

Jazz tried to sleep as the night began to show but rest would not grace him, so instead he went out back to check on Kaspar. The horse would be coming with them as Jazz could not bear to leave him behind. He stood patting the black stallion as he geared contently on the salty ocean grasses that grew in the small yard. Finally he brought himself to sit leaning upon the fence and looking up at the stars that shone brightly above him and he sighed heavily. He then unwittingly fell asleep where he sat.

It was late morning when he found himself being awoken by Kaspar nibbling at his hair and blowing his hot breath in Jazz's face. For a moment he forgot where he was until his eyes caught sight of Ishmael's house and the worried expression took over his handsome features once more. Standing he began to make his way back into the front only to be startled by Shara coming out of the house and shouting that Micayla was awake and then watched as she darted off into the village. Jazz's breath hitched in his chest for a moment before he took off inside only to be asked to wait still longer.

He felt like a father being told that his wife had yet to give birth as he yet again took up his pacing as they brought in fruit for her. His nerves were on pins and needles by the time Ishmael finally came out and told him the news and said he could go in and see her. The first real smile since he had been there appeared on his face as he strode forward and walked behind the curtain to the small room and as he saw her he let out a quiet cry "Oh Micayla!" he said as he crossed the room and to her side.

[Desperanza]

Micayla’s eyes fluttered open once more as she heard those typical large steps. The tall handsome features of Jazz swiftly appeared past the curtain and the breath caught in her throat as she was once again taken by the sight of his features for in her eye he was indeed wickedly handsome and she felt that stir of desire within herself all over again. As she took a shuddering breath, the feeling was quenched for the moment and she sighed, unpleased with her own reacting to the emotion stirring within her. She was terribly weak from the illness that had taken over her. She had lost yet more weight and her limbs were slender and her body frail. Her features were still pale as the ivory sheets that lay beneath her on the bed, making her vibrant ruby auburn hair stand out ever more against her skin and her emerald eyes to take on a brighter hue against the porcelain flesh on her bones.

She was eager, anxious for sign of Jazz and when he appeared, she mustered up a bit of festering strength to reach her arms out slowly to him, her hands shaking but still she managed as she reached out to him, beckoning him closer as she shifted to sit up further but when she did, Shara fluttered to her side to press her back gently with a light smile, “You must take it easy darling, you are still weak and have much healing to do. Try not to get too excited.” She murmured softly to her with a light smile as she tested Micayla’s forehead, satisfied with her current temperature now she turned her gaze again as she settled back into the corner once more and motioned Jazz closer with a gentle smile as Ishmael passed into the room and motioned for Shara to follow with a light smile, “Let us leave them alone for a little while, my beauty, they should have some time. This poor man has been worrying so much I thought that we would next have him to care for.” He stated with a quiet chuckle as he patted Jazz on the shoulder before turning from the room with Shara at his heels.

Micayla gazed after the pair thoughtfully for a few long moments before she turned her gaze back to Jazz again. Her eyes were inquiring and yet gentle, curious as to the actions of this stranger, this man that had in turn come to save her life. She smiled softly, her eyes gaining a spark of thrill at the sight of Jazz as she gazed up towards him now, inviting him closer as she patted the bed beside her with a light smile. She took a breath and straightened once more as she held her breath for a moment before speaking, “Jazz you, you saved my life.” She murmured softly to him as she looked up at him, feeling the slight flutter of her heart once again as she looked up at him.

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[Deidra]

Has smile never left his face as his eyes traveled overthe sight of her. Pure joy at her being awake coursed through his tall frame as he stood by her bed and smiled down at her. At that moment all Jazz wanted to do was scoop Micayla up in his arms and plant a big kiss on her lips. He already knew he could no longer live without the woman, recent events had solidified his feelings he had felt the day he met her. Once they made it to Ellsinora he planned on first seeking out his sister and then he'd go to a ring shop and buy her the prettiest ring he could afford, he wanted so badly to belong to her, heart and soul. This woman surely could not know that she had burrowed her way into his heart and that he'd be devastated if he were to ever lose her.

He smiled bigger as Micayla reached out to him and then watched as Shara told her to take it easy, and worried trickled back into his blue eyes for a moment. Then Ismael said something to Shara and patted his shoulder with a smile, but Jazz no longer wanted to hear their words as he strode beside her and sat on her bed where she had beckoned him. He ran his rough hands gently through her auburn hair and continued to smile. He wanted to say something but he was just too happy for words at that moment. Then she spoke to him and a bigger smile tugged at his lips. Yes, yes he had saved her and he gently stroked her cheek before bending down and kissing her softly, his own answer to her statement. He had no words to explain his feelings for her now, he was overly elated at her survival and he now knew he loved this woman and he'd be damned if he didn't show it outright.

[Desperanza]

Micayla gazed upon the sight of Jazz as he approached and took a place at her side as she had asked and when he did, she came to turn towards him, her eyes inquiring and glittering softly with delight and eager elation as she lifted her hands to pull herself closer to him now with a light smile as she looked up at him. She said nothing for now for she knew that the emotion that flooded between them was enough. She knew that there was a reason that this man had saved her life and she knew that there was no way that she would be able to leave him, not willingly. She couldn’t deny that her heart solely belonged to him now. As she read his expression, she felt the familiar flutter of her heart and she giggled softly despite herself, taking a quick breath before she came to wrap her arms around Jazz’s neck, anticipating his movements she met his lips with her own eagerly and excitedly as she entwined her fingers within his dark hair as she returned the kiss to him now, her body arching quickly against him as she leaned closer to him, her heart seeming to leap clear out of her chest but there was nowhere for her heart to go but to him now for she was far too gone, she had fallen for this man no doubt.. He had saved her life and she could read within his actions just what he was feeling as well.

She no longer feared where they were going. She no longer felt the pain of losing her one and only home. She no longer worried for what would happen and whether they would be caught trying to sneak out of Murate. She did not fear anything that lay ahead of her, because she knew that she would never lose him. Her eyes fluttered closed at his touch, sighing softly as she quickly came to relax and to give in to his touch as she felt that now familiar fire sparking within her heart. As her hands explored his chest, she trembled lightly, her head inclining as she came to gaze up at him once more, a soft smile touching her features once more, Her emerald eyes had taken on a soft and inviting look as she lifted a hand to trace the edge of his jaw thoughtfully with a soft sigh, leaning against him still as she took a bit of support from his strong form. Silence surrounded her for a few long moments before she finally spoke softly to him, “I love you, Jazz. I owe you my life but this is not the only reason why I love you. There is so much more to it. I-I don’t know what I would do without you.” She murmured quietly to him as she came to meet his gaze again.

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[Deidra]

Jazz smiled as she met his lips with hers and his hands moved to rest gently upon her shoulders before he finally pulled away and pulled her into him, his arms wrapping about her protectively. He felt like if he let her go he might lose her, and that scared him for it his heart felt like it would burst at finally finding the one and only woman he’d ever love. This woman he now held in his arms, she was the most beautiful woman in his eyes and no one could ever compare, not even his sister. He kissed her forehead as she settled into his embrace and he heard her sigh and smiled. His face turned towards the small window that had a view of the ocean his eyes searching for the vessel that should be coming soon, then her words brought his attention back to her.

His face grew even softer still as he looked upon her thoughtfully before answering her. “I promised you when I found you I’d get you help. Little did I know that you had already worked yourself into my heart.” His expression soft yet serious now as he went on “The only other woman to find themselves a place in my heart is my sister. But Micayla I love you very differently than I do her, for you have captured both my heart and soul, and I vow to you that I’m going to get you out of this country and to a much better one.” As he finished speaking he placed his forehead against hers briefly his eyes closing and a sigh escaped his lips. This woman had truly changed his whole world, no longer would he be fending for himself but for her. She was his priority now the woman that he desired to live the rest of his life with.

[Desperanza]

Micayla’s smile was soft and sincere, her emerald eyes took on a soft twinkle of delight as she gazed up at Jazz thoughtfully, taking in the thought of his words now when he spoke to her brought a smile to her face. She took a breath and settled her ever thumping heart as she relaxed and leaned against his chest with a soft smile. Her arms wrapped around his midsection, or how far she could manage to reach them. Love burned in her veins like a fierce fire and it was for no one but the man that she sat with, she knew. She had no siblings and her parents had been dead for years. She had always loved her parents but it was not nearly the same kind of love as what she felt for this man right now. She knew that this was completely different and it was fueled by a passion and desire and of pure and true love. Breathing deeply, she smiled, her eyes drifting closed now as she fell silent. She didn’t speak, she didn’t need to. She knew that the feeling was mutual no doubt and that they both felt it with a fierce fire that burned between them. She was tired and worn out already and she sighed softly, her eyes remaining closed for now. She wondered where they were going and when they would get there but she didn’t ask. She didn’t need to know. She wasn’t afraid, so long as she was with him; she knew that she would be fine.

After their brief courting, their offerings of love to each other, she had fallen asleep. It had been hours and the sun had sank once again. Morning was drifting closer within the hours and a few hours from dawn, there was the call of the ship. The village stirred a bit with people scurrying about and preparing for the shipment of goods to the village. Now, Ishmael moved into the pair that slept in their bed. He gently shook Jazz while Shara worked to prepare a small pack for them to take with them. Ishmael shook each in turn, murmuring as to how the ship was arriving and that they needed to hurry if they were going to escape.

Micayla began to stir, catching her breath as her eyes snapped open. She winced and began to stir, trembling briefly before she recognized Jazz at her side and she breathed a sigh of relief, her eyes closing for a brief moment before drifting open again as she glanced up at him and slowly sat up. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she yawned and shifted as she cast a glance to Ishmael and thanked him quietly before coming to peer up at Jazz as she recognized what he had said. Ship? Sea? Hurry? What was happening. She took a steadying breath and yawned again, her eyes flitting to the doorway as Shara hurried through the curtain and pressed a small bag into her hands before tugging her quickly to her feet, “Come now, hurry!” she whispered with a faint smile to Micayla who turned back to take hold of Jazz’s hand to take him with her. She wouldn’t go anywhere without him, “Jazz.” She whisered with a furrow of her brow, eager for the man to wake and assure her as to where they were going and what was happening. “Hurry!” Shara said again, “Before the soldiers get here for the items!” she murmured with a soft sigh as she glanced back at the door before looking to Jazz and Micayla again.

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