( The treatment of women aboard the ships is familiar to Emilia, who hails from the 19th century. Antiquated notions and slights against their gender are age-old male pastimes, and she herself has no time for it. Besides, there is a perk: they give her a wide berth, and it does allow her some privacy.
She hunkers down in her favored(?) spot to work on some spell candles.
Her spoon clinks against an iron cauldron, herbal scents wafting up from it. Beside her are some beeswax and dried petals. A small blessing, that Lily has left her with a charmed bag that allows her to carry all manner of things within, no matter how small it looks on the outside.
There is no sleep for the wicked, but she can at least make sure that her sleeplessness isn't miserable. It gives her a task to do, besides, and it keeps her mind occupied. Even as it reminds her of times long past. She can swallow the bitter, and the painfully sweet. And work. )
ahoy! scallywags, open.
She hunkers down in her favored(?) spot to work on some spell candles.
Her spoon clinks against an iron cauldron, herbal scents wafting up from it. Beside her are some beeswax and dried petals. A small blessing, that Lily has left her with a charmed bag that allows her to carry all manner of things within, no matter how small it looks on the outside.
There is no sleep for the wicked, but she can at least make sure that her sleeplessness isn't miserable. It gives her a task to do, besides, and it keeps her mind occupied. Even as it reminds her of times long past. She can swallow the bitter, and the painfully sweet. And work. )