Through Another’s Eyes
Prompt: Write about one of your original characters from the perspective of another one of your original characters.
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The fog within the crystal orb churned, its ethereal tendrils whipped against the glass before settling on the visage of the Yowling Wave. The sea slapped against the dragon turtle's skeleton, its sail lightly tugging the embellished corpus along in the dim light of dawn.
Minlara watched under moonlight as the orb refined its focus to the helm of the ship. There stood a mop of wild orange hair forced under a battered tricorn hat, a large yellowing tunic whose top five button’s remained unfastened, traveler’s pants and boots so metallic, they looked dipped in gold.
As Minlara willed the image closer, she was able to make out sharp cheekbones, an arching nose covered in sunspots and freckles, and the namesake green eyes. She was not beautiful, and would never be considered as such. An amalgamation of elvish, human, halfling, and scale folk features all fought for equal shares of her face, and even though her crystals could not simulate scent, Minlara imagined a concoction of salt, sweat, and piss following the captain like a plague.
An eruption of movement from the captain, forced Minlara to abruptly shift the orb's perspective. With a quickness not unlike Ezra’s, the wild haired girl leapt, scrambled, and twisted her way through rigging and post to the crow’s nest of the Yowling Wave. Once within the basket at the height of the ship, she leaned towards the quickly appearing sun. Her breath rose and fell with the sea, her body softly rocked by her greatest joy and fear. With a soft exhale, she closed her bright green eyes.
The sun peeked over the horizon and rested onto the captain’s face. That is when Minlara saw it. The halfling’s nose. The elves' cheeks. The human’s jaw line. The kenku’s height. The half elves’ dimples. The toothy grin, inspired by a smile that Minlara saw almost everyday. Emerald Bells of Jeoffer’s face displayed the coalition of the Hand of the Bloody Stars, and through her, they never left the security of the Yowling Wave. Or their Captain’s side.
When she did open her eyes, the cat-like slits looked at the sun as if to pounce on a fat rat. The Captain was ready for the new day, her smile screaming, “Do your worst.”
Minlara could not help but grin with the girl, the dimness of her study now illuminated with the sun that shone halfway across the world.
Do your worst, Emerald. This sundered world will need more smiles like yours.
