"My Prince," Gelethorn whizzed. Dark veins were faintly visible under his skin like spiderwebs'. His face was pale, devoid of light and warmth. Eyes squinting under the dimming light of the ocean seas. He was sweating, but bearing it with confidence as he tried to straighten himself up, off from the linen Dacota, the ship managed to give them but failed to do so.
"It's fine now, my friend," Prince Aesril said. Brushing Gelethorn's brown silky hair then the remainder of red dust under his eye, nose, and mouth. His golden eyes were brighter than usual. Perhaps, this 'usual' was the only time Gelethorn witnessed them. "I took care of it already."
Prince Aesril's eyes darted at the pair of Mask of Caree resting on a small table to his right. A creaking noise was accompanied by the swaying of the room. Which in turn, made Gelethorn, the honest wood-elf, even paled more.
Gelethorn forced a laugh instead."I hate the Seven Seas."
