Sabastian found Elliott and Devon standing with a gathering of men and wagons. There was a tension in the air, nervous eyes cutting to the expanses of unbroken sea and sky as the wind contiued to build. The majority of those present had migrated to island spit long afore siblings three and their whispers regarding impending storm told tales of tempests past; comparisons voiced with uncertainty to what might lay ahead.
Gitan Dauphin listened to the wordings of those around him, carefully judging the pros and cons, the risks to all involved, then came to finite decision. He looked to the large sea vessel in question, sparsly decerned in early hour light but for the greedy lash of lightning tongue licking heavens above. Sitting proud astride mount, his visage reflected so many nobles before just before orders were given to charge the field of battle; jaw hard set, eyes searching mutable Square.
"Non, mes amies...."
Whisperings hushed, Gathering focus falling to rider. Sabastian looked away from water's chop to return their attentiveness, " Look to you and your own, this proposition involves a price of risk I am not willing to pay. Merci for your service, but your families are of more import. See to their safety and find shelter inland."
Words of grateful partings were given in turn, and those that had gathered broke ground to varying direction as startled covey taking flight away from danger's hail. Noir rolled bit at tongue's whim, dancing in place, resisting instinct's call with ears laid back. Dark eyes returned to sea vessel center as Burke, standing near at hand, was addressed.
"Please have those of our number aid the folk here. There are many women and children to look after and I wish this area cleared with all urgency."
Burke gave nod of ascent, but paused in departure, "And you?"
Focus unwavering from ship pitch and roll, the end of docking was indicated, " I will see if I can communicate to them their need to flee from here, as well..."
Noir was spurred to negotiate track leading to wooden surface. At manmade extention, mount turned away from intended path, having no want to cross the breach. Soft word of encouragement were spoken to soothe and negotiate desire; proud neck stroked. Hesitantly, Noir gave in, the strike of hoof tread on wooden surface all but lost as the wind gained another degree of strength.
