Private Fishing For A Guide

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"Yeah. A Knight. With my sword held above my head and a shield in the other...Wait...Sword..."

Reina rummaged in her pocket, pulling out the pearl for a moment as she stared at it. The cogs in her head slowly turning. A Lightsaber was like a sword...So if she could make one of those, she'd get at least a step closer towrds her goal. Her quest of being a Knight. It was funny to think of it as a quest. Let her live that childish dream for a little bit longer. Maybe even make it into a reality for herself. Though with that thought, she put the pearl back into her pocket and let out a soft sigh.

"Don't think the sea is paying me for anything. This isn't a trouble to me. Meeting you. It just seems like today is a lucky day for me. I don't get much of those. Lucky days. I like to think people make their own luck...But I suppose the Spirit has it's own wishes sometimes. Maybe it decided that I needed a friend...Maybe it decided that you need one as well. Oh. I'm erh...talking about the "Force" if that wasn't clear. I just call it the Spirit. Spirit of the Sea. That's what one of the Crew used to call it."

Her eyes darted towards the ocean. If that was the case...Reina owed the sea a lot. Because Alana had been exactly one of the people Reina needed to hear from. Needed to understand that she wasn't alone in the Galaxy. If there was one person like her, there might have been others. nd that gave Reina more of a push to keep moving. A metaphorical pair of hands against her back to keep her pushing forward.

"I don't mind crispy fish. Powder wasn't the greatest cook back on the ship but we ate what we could. I'm not exactly used to fine dining or anything like that."

She was willing to try out Alana's cooking. No matter how bad it was, Reina had worse. Though she noticed something as she watched Alana. The reaction she was having wasn't...one Reina had expected. She could see Alana staring at her. In silence. Had Reina said something wrong? Had she done something wrong?

You always do.

No. Shut up. That voice. It wasn't what Reina wanted to hear right now. She didn't want to think about that she might have messed things up. Even as Alana started to joke about the Mandalorian and how she didn't need to patch up Reina. No. The girl took in a deep breath for a moment before doing something that took even herself by surprise. She stepped over towards Alana and gave her a hug. Just a small one. Reina wasn't used to giving nor receiving hugs but...she felt like Alana needed one.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana froze.

It wasn't the kind of frozen that came with fear or hesitation—it wasn't the instinctive, gut-deep stillness that came when a weapon was drawn or a fight was about to break out.

It was worse.

Because this wasn't a fight. This wasn't an attack or a challenge.

It was soft.

It was human.

Reina was warm—solid and present in a way that felt realer than anything Alana had let herself touch in a long, long time.

For a second, she didn't know what to do with it.

Didn't know if she could do anything with it.

But then—slowly, carefully—she let herself breathe.

Let herself feel.

Her arms moved on instinct, coming up to wrap around Reina's back, not tight, not hesitant, just…there.

She didn't know if Reina realized what she was doing—if she understood what it meant to offer something so simple, so uncomplicated.

Alana wasn't sure if she understood it herself.

But she felt it.

Felt the quiet weight of Reina's presence. The unspoken I see you. The I care.

It sat heavy in her chest, pressing against the parts of her that had long since forgotten what it was like to be held without expectation. Without demand.

Just…held.

She let out a slow breath against Reina's shoulder, her fingers curling slightly in the fabric of her jacket.

"You're gonna make me soft, kid," She muttered, her voice low, but lacking any real bite. Funny, she had told Serina Calis that not too long ago….and here she was

And then—because she didn't trust herself to say anything else—she just held on. Maybe there wasn’t anything wrong with her…maybe the Sith couldn’t take it all from her, even the simple things in life.

Just for a little longer. “Thank you.” Was the quiet follow up, the confirmation that this was no mistake.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

Reina didn't react the same way as Alana. Mostly because she had initiated the hug. She had opened herself up first. But even then, the warmth was surprising. The acceptance she felt as Alana put her arms around Reina. Any walls that she had up were done by now. She just gently patted Alana on the back. It felt like the woman needed that as much as Reina just needed to be held. To be accepted and acknowledged as someone. She couldn't remember the last time she had been held. Even as a child and as an infant, she couldn't remember it. She'd be grabbed, yes. By the hand, or the shoulder whenever she went to do something stupid...but never held in someone's arms. It was warm. Very warm.

"...You don't need to thank me. I thought I upset you. When you went quiet and just...stared. I was worried."

That was new for Reina. Worried that she had upset someone. Worried that they were disappointed in here. Normally she wouldn't have cared about little things like that. So what if she upset someone? They weren't important to her. To her life. But Alana was. She was one of Reina's friends. One of her first real friends.

"...I know I probably haven't upset you because you're hugging me back...but can you say it, please?"

Please. Another word that Reina didn't use a lot. Manners weren't exactly something she had been taught. She knew they were a thing, of course. But she never really saw the point in it. The point of manners and being polite. Just being blunt. Ask what you want and if they say no, then deal with it. But...she didn't want to deal with being told no right now.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana blinked, just barely resisting the instinct to tighten her hold on Reina.

It wasn't often that someone asked for reassurance—not like this, not so plainly, so openly. It made something in her chest ache, a tight, unfamiliar squeeze that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with understanding.

She exhaled softly, resting her chin against Reina's shoulder for just a moment longer, letting herself be in the quiet, in the warmth, in the rare space where she didn't have to second-guess herself.

"You didn't upset me."

Her voice was softer than usual—no sharp edges, no forced indifference. Just honesty.

"I just… wasn't expecting it. Your words…really got me thinking is all…in a good way."

Because she hadn't been. Because when had she ever been held first? When had someone ever looked at her, seen her, and decided she was worth pulling into their arms?

Never.

Or at least, not in a way that mattered.

She swallowed, pulling back just enough to meet Reina's gaze. There was something raw there, something hesitant, and—force, Alana wasn't good at this. At reassurance, at friendship, at anything that required her to be more than a weapon in someone else's hand.

But Reina had asked. And Alana couldn't bring herself to give her nothing.

"I'm glad you did it," She admitted, the words foreign, awkward, but real. "The hug, I mean."

A pause.

Then, because she could see how much Reina needed it—

She gave her a small, fleeting smile.

And just for a moment, the weight in her chest felt a little lighter.

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

The girl visibly brightened when Alana said she hadn't upset her. It was like a huge weight had been lifted off Reina's shoulders...even if a small weight had been added from Alana resting her chin on the girl's shoulder. Though she couldn't quite put her finger on how you could be thinking in a good way. Wasn't thinking always good?...Actually no. That was rich coming from Reina. She rushed into things without thinking. So obviously thinking couldn't always be that good. The thinking she was doing now was good though. So...she supposed she could understand where Alana was coming from.

"Well...That's good. That you're glad, I mean. I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. You've helped me feel...okay. So it's only fair that I do the same for you. It goes both ways right? Communication."

She waggled her index finger between the two as if to indicate the two ways. Sure, Reina still thought Alana meant relationships in the whole dating way...but that didn't stop her from using the comparison for friends. Which was what Alana had meant in the first place. Any healthy connection or relationship had to have communication and go both ways.

"We're friends. You're not alone in things and neither am I."

Unless Reina had to do some kind of mission or lesson that required her to have no contact with people for an extended period of time...but she doubted that. She hadn't been with the Jedi long enough.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana's breath slowed, her face warm against Reina's shoulder, comforted by the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Reina's words, simple as they were, seemed to push away a cloud of doubt that had been lingering. She'd been carrying that weight for so long, and now—just now—it felt like it could slip away, if only for a moment.

It was strange, hearing Reina speak like this. There was something raw about it. The way she waggled her finger, as if to make sure Alana understood. The conviction in her voice. She wasn't used to this kind of straightforward care. And yet, despite her reservations, despite the part of her that was used to pushing others away, she couldn't help but soften under it.

Alana allowed herself a quiet smile, though it was faint. "You're right. Communication. I get that now… I think." Her voice was a little hoarse, but it was genuine. "It's just... It's not always easy to trust that things can go both ways, y'know? But—"

She paused, inhaling deeply, the weight of her own exhaustion reminding her she wasn't invincible, that maybe she didn't have to carry everything alone anymore.

"We'll see. I'll try," She added quietly. Her words felt more like a tentative promise. She wasn't sure of anything just yet—life didn't come with guarantees—but she wanted to believe in what Reina was offering. She wanted to be able to share in something without running.

Alana shifted slightly, just enough to meet Reina's gaze, her expression still softer than usual. "We're friends, huh?" She tested the word on her tongue, considering it. It didn't feel as foreign as it had before. "Yeah. I think I can get used to that."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"Shh. If it's hard to talk about, you don't need to."

Reina gently shushed Alana. Her voice had softened to a tone that Reina didn't even know she had. She was still blunt. But whereas her tone was more like being hit with a bat, it was more...like being hit with a pillow. But it was how Reina liked to be spoke to. At least the thought of how she'd like to be talked to. Softly. As if she wasn't a bother.

"I don't know how it feels to not be able to...trust things go both ways. On the Crew...We trusted each other. We knew what each other's jobs were and we trusted each other to do them well. To keep each other safe. But...that's different with this. You don't have a job to be doing, and nor do I. We're...friends. But I trust you."

Trusted Alana enough to let her walls down. Physically and emotionally. It was nice if she was being honest though. Comforting. In a way, Reina and already just compared Alana to the closest thing to a family the fisherwoman had.

"All I can ask of you is that you try Alana. There's no point asking you to succeed at something if you can't try. As long as you put effort into it, that's all I need from you...and for you to be able to cook edible food with that fish."

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana's breath hitched slightly as Reina's words settled over her like a gentle wave. The way Reina spoke... soft, but still direct—it was a stark contrast to the usual bluntness that Alana was used to. It felt... safe, in a way she wasn't accustomed to. Something about Reina's presence made her want to let her guard down, and it was difficult, almost painful, to realize that she was.

Alana shifted her weight, feeling the weight of Reina's trust in her words. Try. That was the most anyone had ever really asked of her, but hearing it from Reina—someone she had come to see as more than a mere acquaintance—meant something. Her heart tugged uncomfortably in her chest, and she let out a slow, shaky breath.

"I'll try," Alana whispered. "I just... don't know how, sometimes."

She hesitated before continuing, not entirely sure where the words were coming from, but they slipped out anyway. "I've never been good at trusting... people, I mean. It's always been about just getting by, and sometimes, the voices in my head tell me I’m…I don’t deserve things like friends, and...”

She felt her train of logic derail, and when it returned, the tone went to a more positive light.

“And you're different, Reina. I... I don't want to let you down.”

Alana looked away for a moment, her fingers absently picking at the fabric of her sleeve, as if it could ground her. She still wasn't sure she deserved this—deserved the trust Reina had placed in her. She wasn't used to being anyone's ally, and even less so to having someone lean on her like this.

But the quiet acceptance in Reina's tone made something shift inside of her. Maybe, just maybe, she could be that person. Maybe, for once, it didn't have to be all on her shoulders.

With a half-hearted smile, Alana lifted her eyes again. "And I promise, I'll cook... something edible," she added with a small chuckle, trying to lighten the moment. But even as she said it, she felt the weight of the promise in her chest. It was a small thing. It was a start.

Her heart pounded a little harder as she looked at Reina. This was her enemy, want it? Would she have to kill her someday? Others like her? Could she even do that?

Alana didn’t want to know. "Thank you... for trusting me."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"Well. I'm not asking you to know. I'm just asking you to try. You don't need to know anything. I don't know that much."

Reina shrugged her shoulders at that. It was true. At least in her eyes. As long as Alana tried, that was all she could ask for from her friend. Though as the words slipped out, Reina stayed quiet. Letting Alana say what she needed to say without being interrupted So that's what Alana meant by Reina wasn't alone in having voices in her head...At least it helped Reina to feel less alone once again.

"You won't let me down. It's really hard to let me down, I promise you. You have to lift me up first. And no-one's done that in years...I mean, the Mandalorian did but that was by my throat. So it doesn't count."

Even now, Reina was still trying to make jokes. Make Alana laugh in some way so that she didn't have to worry and take everything seriously. It might have been a somewhat serious topic that they were talking about, but she wanted to make sure Alana was comfortable more than anything. The heart to heart could wait. Though it seemed like Alana was comfortable enough now, with her joking about the cooking.

"You don't need to thank me. It was part of our deal. For you to help me, I had to trust you. I trusted you, you've helped me. The voice in my head is...quieter. It hasn't spoken up recently. Though it's just there...listening."

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana's gaze softened as Reina spoke, and for a moment, there was something almost gentle in the way she regarded her new friend. It wasn't often that Alana let herself feel the pull of kindness, but with Reina, she felt she could spare it. She tried not to think about how in another time they would be enemies, how both of their factions could convince them to strike one another down. More than anything, it meant something to Alana. She could still be a person, even in her current situation.

She took a step closer, a quiet acknowledgment of Reina's vulnerability in the midst of her humor. It was easy to see the way the walls were up, how the humor was used to deflect, but Alana understood that too well. There were parts of herself she kept buried, after all.

"You don't have to explain it all at once," Alana replied, her voice soft but steady. "Not to me. Not unless you want to. Just… trust me when I say you're not alone in this. Not anymore."

She let the words sit for a moment, not rushing Reina to respond, just allowing the comfort of shared space to fill the silence between them.

Alana's lips curled faintly, the faintest hint of a smile slowly taking shape. "Well I could lift you up, but my arms would get tired, and you’d be let down regardless…besides aren’t you too old for that?"

Her tone was light, teasing even, as if to remind Reina that despite her struggles, she could keep on moving on. Least, it worked for Alana.

When Reina spoke again, Alana's eyes softened further, her heart doing something unfamiliar at the mention of the voice being quieter. There was an unspoken understanding there, a thread of connection. The way Reina trusted her, how she had helped her, it meant more to Alana than she could express in the moment.

"Good," She said, her voice low and genuine. "That's a good sign. And I'll be here if it ever gets loud again. I won't let you face it alone."

Alana shifted slightly, her smile turning a bit more genuine, warmer. "Though, probably should give you a comm or something so you can call. I do travel a lot."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

Reina nodded. Taking in Alana with a small smile. Reina hadn't expected to make a friend today, nor had she expected it to be a friend who helped her feel so seen. Reina was less alone in this galaxy and it made her feel more...content with herself as a person. She had felt lost in herself for a period. Who was she meant to be? What was she meant to do? She had her own goal. Her own dreams now. But with Alana, Reina realised she didn't need to figure out exactly who she was. She could just be Reina. That was good enough for her.

"I'd rather not be lifted up anyway. I hate being on the ground. I don't think I'd like being in the sky either."

A small chuckle. It was true though. She missed the sea. She had spent more days of her life at sea than she could count but more and more she was needing to stand on solid ground. It was strange to be honest. Though that wasn't what she needed to focus on right now. No. It helped to hear that she wouldn't be alone when dealing with the voice. Reina had wanted to get rid of the voice. The reflections. But maybe she didn't have to...Maybe it was a part of her that just needed to accept.

"Yeah. That's alright! It makes sense you'd travel. I'll probably have to stop travelling once I get a Master with the Jedi...Not sure how that's going to go...I've never really liked the titles though. Sure, Padawan is alright...but Master feels wrong. Master makes it sound like they own you. Captain works much better."

She nodded to herself. Reina at least called most of the Jedi, Cap'n in her head, but verbally it was still Master. Mostly because she wasn't sure how the Jedi felt about using different titles.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana let out a low hum, rolling the thought over in her mind. "Yeah… I get that," she admitted, eyes fixed on some distant point beyond them. "Titles can be... weighty. Heavy in a way they're not supposed to be." She exhaled through her nose, shaking her head slightly. "Master, Captain, Commander—doesn't really matter. They all mean someone has power over you. That they get the final say....in all my life I've never had a title, so, can't give much insight to that...."

Her lips quirked, but it wasn't quite a smile. "Then again, it never sat right with me either. Guess that's why I never liked sticking around long enough to have one."

Alana glanced at Reina then, the ghost of something softer in her expression. "But if Captain makes it easier for you, then call 'em that. You don't owe them anything more than respect. And if they don't like it?" She shrugged. "Their problem, not yours."

She paused, then added, "Still, stopping somewhere, even for a while… it ain't the worst thing. Doesn't mean you're trapped, just means you've got a place to stand before you decide where to go next." She rolled her shoulder, glancing away. "Maybe that's not such a bad thing...titles mean responsibility, or they should...some people don't do good with that sorta thing."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"I've never had a title myself. Even back on the ship. Already had a cook. A Medic. First mate. All that. I was just Reina. Or Girl."

Not that she minded it. It was what she was used to. Though she tilted her head as something seemed to be going on inside of Alana's head. What it was, Reina wouldn't pry. She wouldn't like it if Alana started poking and proding to try and figure out what was going on. No. Instead Reina would just let herself be there, raising her hand to gently put on Alana's shoulder. Giving her a small smile.

"You've got a point Alana. About the whole staying in one place...but you also know what else you've got? You've got me by your side. You need any help, just send a message my way or something. I'll come running. With or without the Jedi's permission."

That's what you did for friends right? You always showed up when they needed you. You didn't let anything hold you back from doing that. And that was exactly what Reina would do. She wouldn't let any responsibilities hold her back to her. Because for her, the biggest responsibility she had was to her friends.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Reina's words sank in. The weight of them wasn't lost on her, but she didn't immediately respond. Instead, she let out a long breath, her shoulders relaxing beneath Reina's hand.

"Reina," she started quietly, her voice laced with a mix of sincerity and something deeper, "I never asked for all this...like at all." She gestured vaguely, taking in her current position, her role, everything that seemed to demand more than she ever thought she'd give. "But I guess I've learned... sometimes, you don't get to choose the kind of chaos you get pulled into."

She tilted her head slightly, locking eyes with Reina. Flickers of her past life sparked at the back of her mind, though she fought on. Hoping to impact something worthwhile on the younger woman. "And sometimes... a lot times really, it's better with someone else standing beside you."

Alana hesitated, then gave a small, faint smile. It was fleeting, but it was there—an expression that didn't come easy for someone used to keeping her walls up.

"I might not have a title, or ever want one," She continued, her voice steadier now, "But I got something I didn't expect. And I'm not in the market for turning friends out."

Her hand reached up, briefly covering Reina's on her shoulder.

"Thanks."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

Reina frowned as she listened to Alana speak. Tilting her head as Reina thought about things in her head. She still had no clue what was going on inside of the woman's head. Her friend. Though her own smile formed when Alana smiled at her. However afterwards, Reina shook her head, rummaging around in her pocket, pulling out a piece of rope. Normally she'd have some rope to use on her harpoon but without the harpoon...Reina just had a bit in her pocket.

"Let me do something for you...Just...give me a minute...haven't had to do one of these for a while..."

The fisherwoman's hands fiddled around with the rope. Twisting and turning it into different knots and shapes. It was hard to do if she was honest, because normally she'd be doing this on her own arm instead of in the air but she wasn't sure how Alana would feel having rope wrapped around her wrist. Eventually she held out a small little rope bracelet.

"Here. I call it a...coffin knot. Ignore the grim name for it. You put it on yourself and then tie it to something that you need to hold onto no matter what, life or death. We'd use it on the ship to keep ourselves tied to part of it in a storm."
Giving gifts wasn't Reina's thing. She didn't really know what people liked. Or the meanings they might want from a gift. But this was good enough for her. At least she thought it was a good gift.

"And so...I'm giving one to you. Since you're my friend. Something I want to hold onto. And keep me safe during a storm."

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana stared at the rope bracelet in Reina's hands, her expression unreadable. For a moment, she didn't say anything—just looked at it, the rough, well-worn fibers, the intricate knotwork. Something so simple, yet carrying a weight that hit her harder than she expected.

She reached out slowly, taking it from Reina's grasp with careful hands. The texture of it against her fingertips was grounding, real. A tether.

Her throat felt tight.

"Storms always come," Alana murmured, turning the bracelet over in her palm. She exhaled, shaking her head with a small, weary smirk. "And you're saying you're gonna be stupid enough to stand in one with me? Or…is this a nice way of saying I got a crazy kinda life?"

Alana tried to make her question sound humorous. She wasn't good with this kind of thing. She didn't know how to take gestures like this—things freely given, without expectation. Not a trade. Not a bargain. Just… a gift.

After a beat, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, tightening it snugly. Her fingers lingered on the knot, like she was testing its strength.

"...Thanks, Reina." Her voice was quieter than usual, but steady. "Guess that means I've got something to hold onto too."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"I mean. I've withstood many storms for myself. Why is standing beside you in a storm any different? We're a team. Friends. Partners. All that junk."

That's what Alana was to Reina now. A team member. An ally. Someone she wouldn't give up on no matter what. No matter what storm, no matter the weather, Reina would be stood beside Alana whenever she needed it. She just wanted to protect her friend. No matter what. Of course, Reina knew she couldn't do much by herself. But she hoped the thought is what would count for this.

"You've always got something to hold onto. You just need to look for it...Wait. I thought you were meant to be cheering me up."

She chuckled to herself at that. Shaking her head. Reina still wasn't good with words in her eyes but she felt like she was saying a lot of good stuff. Maybe? Words were hard. Actions were more her thing. Like giving away the knot. That was something that meant something to her. It was sentimental. Reina rarely did sentimental. It's why the only thing she still carried was her harpoon...and even that wasn't with her right now.

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana huffed, rolling her eyes with an exaggerated sigh. "I dunno, I’ve never been good at being on a team…." Then she smiled ever so faintly.

Before Reina could respond, Alana's fingers darted to her side, poking at her to drag the girl off her depressive word choice. "I did already, or do I need to remind you?" She teased, snickering to herself. "I’m fine just, not used to being sentimental."

She would ease back, snickering still. "There, much better. See? Storms are easier to get through when you've got someone to make 'em a little less miserable."

Her smirk softened then, eyes shifting to Reina's. "And... maybe you got a point. Having someone to walk through it with ain't the worst thing." She nudged Reina's shoulder lightly. "Just don't think this means you get to carry me. I’m like, seven times your size." She jested, looking very amused with herself now.

A pause, then, softer, as she fussed with the new rope bracelet she had been given. "But I may ask to lean on you, and you can do the same for me. That’s what friends do after all."

 

[Reina Daival]

Location: Mon Cala
Objective: Fish.
Tags: Alana Calloway​

"Don't think of it as a team then. Think of as it as partners. Or a crew."

They technically meant the same thing but they also didn't. Not to Reina at least. A team was a group of people given to you. But a partner? A crew? They were something you chose to be with. People you wanted to be around.

"You might be seven times my own size, but I've got the Spirit on my side. I'm sure I could try to lift you up!...If I wanted to. Which I don't. That is the only reason I'm not even trying."

With that being said, Reina leaned forward to gently punch Alana in the shoulder, shaking her head at the woman with a small grin on her face afterwards.

"You don't even need to ask Alana. If you need a shoulder or a hand or anything. Just take it. You don't need to ask me. I'll be there."

 

[Alana Calloway]

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Fishing For A Guide​

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Location: Mon Cala​

Tag: Reina Daival​

Gear: Casual Attire, fishing pole, tackle box, cheap beer.​

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Alana blinked, then let out a short, surprised laugh at Reina's words, shaking her head with an amused smirk. "Wow, so you actually think I’m seven times your size? Harsh," she said, though the warmth in her tone made it clear she wasn't offended.

She rolled her shoulder slightly where Reina had punched her, feigning consideration. "And as much as I'd love to see you attempt to lift me, I would ask that you try and avoid that, so you don’t hurt yourself."

The teasing faded just enough for something more sincere to settle in as she studied Reina, red eyes sharp but not unkind. Partners. A crew. There was a weight to those words, something that made them different from the usual throwaway camaraderie Alana had heard a hundred times before. Reina wasn't just offering empty words—she meant it.

And Alana wasn't used to that.

She exhaled through her nose, running a hand through her messy white hair before letting it drop to her side. "You say that like you don't know what you're signing up for," she muttered, shaking her head with a half-smile. "I'm not exactly the easiest person to be around."

But then, after a beat, her expression softened further. "But… yeah," She added, quieter now, like she was letting herself believe it. "I guess if anything…."

Her smirk returned, a little crooked, a little more genuine. "Just don't go trying to carry me, Spirit on your side or not. Pretty sure I'd still have to scrape you off the floor."