Tender Waves - A DreamNotFound Story

Chapter 13 : A Lot of Foot Mentions Here....Suspicious

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Dream was being anything but cool. His palms were sweaty, although he'd blame it on his gloves, and his stomach kept turning, even if he'd attribute it to losing his sea legs. He had always been more comfortable on the unpredictable waters, and while he didn't fear being in the Arctic Empire at all, he now feared the idea of sharing his company in this place with a particular person.

A prince to be exact.

It was bad enough to be thrown teasing glances by his closer friends, but the suggestive stares from the rest of his crew and even some of the dock-workers milling around the port were enough to drive him crazy. He had always been used to receiving attention whenever he'd make a stop at a port, but never in this context.

And George could not have stood out more.

Excusing the fact that he did not share the Spirit crew's rugged appearance, the secret royal was utterly entranced with everything that came into his sight. He had no problem staring right back at other people for uncomfortably long periods. George hadn't even seemed to fully get over the new wonders of snow, and looked determined to take everything in. If Dream didn't know any better, the prince clinging to his arm was intentionally dragging his feet.

But, for someone who just got legs as a magical survival tactic, it couldn't be helped.

Dream could only be thankful that his crew were the only ones to witness it.

The grandeur of George's magic had caused a stir in the port, drawing curious civilians in to inspect the source. No one but Dream's men had seen, much less known, what had transpired. Once people started to recognize the notorious pirates, they began to go about their business quietly, although some reluctant onlookers stayed to scrutinize the fair newcomer traveling with them.

George definitely stood out.

He wore the same winter clothes as anyone else, but his soft features and general clumsy gait were enough to attract the attention of other passer-bys. The port extended into the extremely lively village of the Antarctic Empire, Snowchester. Here resided merchants and warriors from all corners of the Earth, and in walks a person who definitely looked like he didn't belong in the company of pirates.

Had Dream not wanted George to get a good experience of the overworld, he would have coached the prince to mask his awestruck wonder at everything a little better.

As the captain walked with the prince further into the provincial village from the port, the rest of the crew of Spirit bustled past them to go about their own business. Most headed immediately for pubs and taverns, while others burst into shops they had not had enough time to visit in Eret's kingdom. The quality of life here, however cold, was definitely a little more high-end than any other ruled region on land. Thriving businesses and the unity of people coming together through shared struggles made quite the impression to the rest of the world.

That being said, Dream didn't know where to start.

Since this guy will barely tell me anything about where he comes from, Dream thought with a furrowed brow, I don't know what he wants to see first. HE probably doesn't know, either. How would anyone know anything about a place they've never lived in before? I can't just ask him; I'm supposed to be leading this excursion.