Not only was she lost, though, she was lost while being tailed by two elven women who seemed to be largely recanting on their ideas of joining the Dalish. She was tired and sweaty as well, and not in the best of moods. The day was cloudy and being in the trees had made the Captain become disoriented fairly quickly. She thought she knew where the Dalish were that moved through the area this time of year. It had seemed not to be the case, however. After every mild hill she crested she starting praying to a different god - The Maker, the All-Father, Mythal, even the Stone - that she would see some sign of them down the road.
All she saw, however, were trees. And more trees. Perhaps a bush to liven up the scenery. The girls behind her were starting to complain of cramped legs, and wondering out loud how the Dalish could live in such an uncivilized place, and even starting to toss some dirty language towards the Captain's back, as she'd been the one to lead them into this mess.
She heard such a thing now, something about 'shem is probably leading us right back to slavers' and it broke something inside of Viara. Her temper snapped, and she whirled on the two girls - both about seventeen, one with scraggly brown hair and delicate features, and the other more robust, with chocolate-hued hair and clear blue eyes.
"Do you two have any better Maker-damned ideas to tell me where I'm going? HMN??! Magic directional sense, can you talk to the bushes? I'd love to hear that. Go on now, ask the nettles where we are! No? Then maybe you should SHUT YOUR DAMN HOLES. UNGRATEFUL!!!"
Her voice reverberated through the trees before Viara realized exactly how loud she'd shouted, and the two girls merely stared, open-mouthed, blinking in tandem. The pirate Captain had grace enough to wince.