#alecto & dolus 01

[alectocarrion]

with: @dolusmendacius when: january, 2130 (before the summit)  where: pontius (kalavria)

Alecto was still trying to find familiarity in her new living quarters. Be it her actual room, or the ship as a whole. Despite having been born among these waters, there was nothing that Alecto could recall. Would she want to? Would that make this easier? Maybe in time, she would look towards the water and see where she and her sibling ran, or where her father cast his line from a boat that was more tin than propeller. Regardless, what didn’t do Alecto any favors was dwelling on such things. She’d managed to board Pontius under the guise of needing a new home, and now it was time to actually work. 

Whether that was Poseidon’s work assigned, or whether it meant digging into the crevices of what could cause Pontius to split into two, Alecto hadn’t quite decided. 

Still, it was easier to slip into the skin of an awkward newcomer than it was to create something authoritative out of herself. How would that fly with those around her? 

Alecto doesn’t drop their gaze quickly enough as somebody -- she thinks their name is Dolus ( had that been right? introductions had been quick ), rounds the corner. They nearly run into him, but a hand meant to steady snaps out and presses against shoulder. 

“Sorry. The hallways keep coming up on me.”