==== September 16, 2013
==== Nathanael, Dorrono (Npc)
==== Nathanael gets advice from his father.

Who Nathanael, Spring (Npc)
What Nathanael gets some advice from his father.
When Days after The Undiscovered Country
Where Docks



In dark morn and dusky eve fog lies grim and humid against the still waters of Azov Sea. Only the noontime sun burns away the
concealing clouds of man's height, revealing that which lies beneath the mist- an awe-inspiring stone pier that stretches far
into the inland sea, to the east of the line of orderly boat-slips for the locals and larger, open spaces for transport ships.
Fishermen are often as common as seagulls upon the pier's length in particular, ill-concealed and ill-clothed in the loose dun
homespun of Southern's natives.

The seas are calm as the sun slowly sinks to kiss the blue waves of the ocean. Colors crease the few clouds that still.streak the sky, reaching backwards to a storm brewing far in the distance. Standing on the dock, bathed in end of day light a seacrafter apprentice works swiftly, tying knots into thick ropes that would secure a small jetty to the dock.

"'R 'e done with them knots Thanael?" A voice calls from the deck of the jetty. A tall man works on the sails, strapping then down against a night at anchor. His face is sea worn under a thick beard, skin darkened and hands rough from years of salty work. With one last pat he shifts to the edge of the boat and drops down into the dock while Nathanael finishes his work. The dock shivers with the sudden weight, but stands firm. He runs a hand over his son's work and nods in satisfaction. "'s well done boy."

Nathanael smiles broadly, and shifts the rest of the coiled rope so they're not under foot for others who would use the dock. Work finishes he looks upwards to watch the slow sunset. "'E have been quiet t'day Thanael. Somethin' been botherin' 'e?" Dorrono steps next to his son and lays a rough hand on Nathanael's shoulder.

Nathanael shrugs just a little, a small frown on his face. "'e know m' friend 'e Smith Crafter 'pprentice Sytin?". Dorrono nods once, letting Nathanael continue. "Well, 'e ain't a Smith Crafter no more. 'e got Searched when 'e was lookin' at 'e eggs." Nathanael sighs and plops down on the edge of the dock, legs kicking in the air above the water.

Understanding spreads across the Journeyman's face as he sits next to his son and throws an arm around his shoulder. "wAn' 'e 're wonderin' if'n there be something' wrong what kept 'e fr'm gettin' searched."

Nathanael nods looking up at his father. "Is'n 't a real honor tho,? 'n 'e get a dragon." His voice is soft as he kicks again. "I know I ain't big, like Syt is but…." He trails off and directs his gaze to the sunset, frowning broadly.

Dorrono lets the silence stretch for a bit, then squeezes Nathanael's shoulder in his strong grip. "'e are gonna be a great Seaman Thanael. 'E love 'e sea 'n dun fear it 'ike some do. 'E fish come to 'e nets 'n ''e knots stay tight. I'm glad 'e ain't been searched." Nathanael leans against his father, a small smile squeaking in at the praise from his father. Another hug and Dorrono stands, reaching down to help Nathanael up too. "I'd 'oped they wouldn' search boys your age. 's not a life that'll be easy, w' Thread a'comin. 'E stay friends with 'em Thanael, 'e'll need it if'n he 'presses so young."

Taking his father's hand Nathanael stands. Dorrono drapes his arm over his son's shoulders and the pair make their way in the fading light back down the docks. "Thanks pa." Nathanael says as they reach the end. A tightening of the grip is Dorrono's only reply.

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