Recent content by Corda LaConte / Cordan LeConte

It was Cordan who answered the call to assemble on deck. After an awkward first day on the vessel, Cordan and Corda had come to an implicit agreement. Where Corda's medical expertise was required, or she was personally requested, she would take over; otherwise, Cordan had full reign to...

Corda breathed out in relief at the acceptance shown by the doctor, as well as the gentle invitation to get herself settled in. "Thank you Doctor," she replied softly. "I think my brother and I will go find a space for ourselves. I will gladly see you again this evening." She bowed her head...

Corda took a deep breath before releasing the tension in her shoulders at the doctor's seeming acceptance of her and her brother's condition. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about being institutionalized... at least, not in the immediate future. "Thank you Doctor," she softly responded...

Corda listened closely to the fox's narrative, trying to piece together where exactly the story was heading and how it explained the involvement of the pirate. "So," the vixen inquired, picking up the menu and perusing it in an attempt to stave off the waitress coming their way, "your uncle is...

Corda took a deep breath, then glanced about out the door before closing it, standing with her back to it. "The captain knows," Corda admitted, "and he signed us both onto the crew anyway, so I presume he would want me to inform you. Still, I... I would prefer it not be widely circulated among...

Corda shrank under Doctor Nähenerv's gaze, her heart already racing. There was something of contempt and disgust in those eyes that brought her immediately back to her childhood home, making her five years old again and terrified of every heavy creak of the floor under her father's footpaws. On...

Corda hesitated at the question. She hadn't expected such genuine warmth from the doctor, not after the scalding she'd received on deck from the other surgeon. The insightful and well-intended inquiry was similarly surprising. "I... Yes," she admitted, her gaze tilting to the floor as her ears...

Corda winced as the hare physician entered the infirmary, though she still gave him a deferential curtsey. The harsh contempt he'd shown her on the deck that morning still stung like a lashing, and the thought of earning further rebukes from him made her want to cry. Instead she listened to the...

Cordan rose at the admiral's greeting, sweeping his hat back onto his head. He started at the albino rat's question sent his way. "Why, a binnacle is a crustacean that latches onto the hulls of ships," he informed the rat. He put a sympathetic paw on their shoulder. "They're quite hard to...

Corda listened to the doctor's rationale, privately relieved that his participation was seemingly for the experience and the company of the crew and officers. She'd met enough beasts who did their work strictly for the pay and generally found a certain strain of resentfulness about them that...

Corda kept getting lost in the BlackShip. It didn't help that Cordan kept coming out whenever some bit of excitement woke him from his slumber, leaving Corda to wake up in an entirely different part of the ship and figure out her surroundings all over again. By the time evening came around, she...

Corda fumbled her way through a curtsy at the doctor's kind offer. "I would be glad to learn anything you wish to teach, sir," she murmured, eyes downcast. She looked up at his question, surprised by the genuine kindness and interest in her that he demonstrated. "Well, it was my brother's dream...

Corda started at the elderly marten's voice, but relaxed at its kindliness. Compared to the hare on the deck above, he seemed far safer to the skittish vixen. "Apologies, Doctor," she addressed the surgeon, stepping into his domain and clasping her paws before her. "My name is Corda LaConte. My...

Corda nodded, looking about and squinting to try to make out any of the blurred lights at the end of the dock, trying to discern which ones were restaurants or taverns. She'd always been better at seeing things up close than far away; it wasn't that she was blind or couldn't tell in broad...

Corda awoke. Then Cordan awoke. Then Corda awoke once more. The pair wrestled for dominance, an old ritual between them on days when both were eagerly awaiting certain developments; then, finally, as she always did when her brother's happiness was on the line, Corda conceded and went back to...