Scene1: Divided We Fall
Lukesa emerged from her quarters to stretch her legs and get some fresh air, away from the private games she plays with her Sorte deck hoping for entertainment or insight (always).
The gentle wind plays with her long veils, convincing them to be unruly; they drift up and float about her one moment, then press against her shoulders and face the next. Through the fabric: the suggestion of long lashes, a delicate profile in shadow. Yes, the veils are annoying, but as a lady of good family and noble blood Lukesa Falisci will only be without them when she is dead (or sequestered in her father or husband’s rooms)—and so she is absently, constantly, patiently smoothing them down and untwisting them.
Although Lukesa's maintained an air of reserve on the ship, a dark figure of solitary romance, anybody comparing notes would conclude the Vodacce noblewoman has been surprisingly social. She likes to hear stories or things read aloud. She likes when the crew sings. So many scattered conversations, just between you and me-type things, where she is curious but warm and seems prepared to be surprised or impressed in a way that invites both things: surprise me, impress me, be yourself.
She divides her leg-stretching time between gazing at the sea and studying her fellow shipmates. They're so interesting, you see. What groups have people fallen into? Occasionally she searches the deck for the pin she usually uses to keep her veils in order, which is shaped like a pretty little spider of silver, a pearl for a body, a black garnet. It’s probably been tithed to the sea by now, drat it. But she supposes the sea should get its due.
Somewhere the noblewoman's bodyguard(s?) lurk about, or they're laid low with seasick. The deck is freedom: she takes a deep, deep breath of sea air. The ship pitches. Her stomach twists. Els is reading, which pricks Lukesa's metaphorical ears up, and she listens with half-an-ear while asking Someone (Anyone) on deck not completely absorbed by the tale:
"Did I hear someone say that we are to make land by dusk?"