There was a shout from somewhere in the house, and then a squeal. He heard his dogs barking, and woke up completely when he heard a woman's voice, "You know you really should lock your windows!"
He knew that voice, and he knew why she came in through the window so early, not waiting for him to sneak out the backdoor - something he did so she wouldn't have to deal with goodbyes. Well, more so that he wouldn't have to deal with goodbyes. Yet here she was, sitting beside him, batting her lashes.
"I know you don't want me to leave, but you also know I've made up my mind." He threw the covers off himself, tossing them onto the brunette.
"As if I came here to convince you out of it, you're impossible to talk out of anything. I came to wish you a farewell. I even brought Meyaer. She should be here in a moment."
The woman managed to escape from the sea of covers, and stood up next to Deren.
"Beirin didn't want to come, said he was busy."
That wasn't a shock, Beirin never did like to encourage his 'bad' ideas, so of course he wouldn't come to wish him good luck on "Possibly the worst idea you've had yet" as he had said himself, it would only mean he was fine with it. Which he was not.
Deren had an early breakfast with his two friends, and no one said a word about his future plans. It was just idle chat, and what they believed to be their last looks at Deren, looks that they tried to hide and be subtle about.
The smell of saltwater struck him as he neared the docks, it filled his nostrils and he relished in the smell, letting out a contented sigh as he heard the waves lapping at the shore.
This was where he spent most of his time now, looking over at his ship, making sure it was stocked and still in good condition. Today was the day he set out to sea, with his crew. This was actually the first day he met the rest of his crew, so he was eager to get there early, which was obvious by the spring in his step.
Oh, he knew he'd have one or two criminals, possibly more, but then again he wasn't exactly innocent himself. He just presented himself that way. It was nothing he couldn't handle.
Deren stood before his new crew; posture perfect, hair being whipped around by the wind, eyes staring down all of them, regardless of their height, his mouth was set in a straight line. He was dressed like a nobleman, not a captain, in his fur cloak and expensive clothes. He meant for it to be intimidating, and something he had made sure of was to pack some better suited clothes.
He stood in front of the people who would become his crew. "Introduce yourselves, one at a time if you will."
He knew that voice, and he knew why she came in through the window so early, not waiting for him to sneak out the backdoor - something he did so she wouldn't have to deal with goodbyes. Well, more so that he wouldn't have to deal with goodbyes. Yet here she was, sitting beside him, batting her lashes.
"I know you don't want me to leave, but you also know I've made up my mind." He threw the covers off himself, tossing them onto the brunette.
"As if I came here to convince you out of it, you're impossible to talk out of anything. I came to wish you a farewell. I even brought Meyaer. She should be here in a moment."
The woman managed to escape from the sea of covers, and stood up next to Deren.
"Beirin didn't want to come, said he was busy."
That wasn't a shock, Beirin never did like to encourage his 'bad' ideas, so of course he wouldn't come to wish him good luck on "Possibly the worst idea you've had yet" as he had said himself, it would only mean he was fine with it. Which he was not.
Deren had an early breakfast with his two friends, and no one said a word about his future plans. It was just idle chat, and what they believed to be their last looks at Deren, looks that they tried to hide and be subtle about.
The smell of saltwater struck him as he neared the docks, it filled his nostrils and he relished in the smell, letting out a contented sigh as he heard the waves lapping at the shore.
This was where he spent most of his time now, looking over at his ship, making sure it was stocked and still in good condition. Today was the day he set out to sea, with his crew. This was actually the first day he met the rest of his crew, so he was eager to get there early, which was obvious by the spring in his step.
Oh, he knew he'd have one or two criminals, possibly more, but then again he wasn't exactly innocent himself. He just presented himself that way. It was nothing he couldn't handle.
Deren stood before his new crew; posture perfect, hair being whipped around by the wind, eyes staring down all of them, regardless of their height, his mouth was set in a straight line. He was dressed like a nobleman, not a captain, in his fur cloak and expensive clothes. He meant for it to be intimidating, and something he had made sure of was to pack some better suited clothes.
He stood in front of the people who would become his crew. "Introduce yourselves, one at a time if you will."