DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

/after being rescued at the raid, goldie is temporarily staying in tangle for safety while she heals

It was funny, thinking on it; she'd not celebrated her birthday before. This one, whether there was room for celebration or not, would remain characteristic to her past two ones. The first, being just as the Typhoon's volcano had erupted, soon after her stepping up to her position, to burn and be reborn into her current body, and the second, just after the large raid against the Pitt, her temporarily ascending as their ardent until she may find one suitable for their terms of surrender. Her life was far too busy, held too many responsibilities to think of such trivial things. She'd been the dealer before, so she knew how to celebrate, throw parties. That was good enough. Throwing things for everyone else was plenty for her. This year was still quite odd in the circumstances. Still half-dead, far too many things going on to think of such a trivial thing, but the responsibilities were not so much her own this time - not to her choice. And here she was, stuck, until it was time to move once more. Soon, but not yet.

And the injured once-captain rests in the town, body against a tree. She'd walked with only two legs before, but that was two years ago, and the legs had still been attached. This was something still new for her. And the weakness of her sick body was not helping. But still, she tried here and there, stepping up for a few moments, going to the nearest structure, before resting for several more minutes again. And the process would repeat. For now, she only sits, breaths slightly struggled as she works through her shaking body. She eyes the tavern, hoping maybe being in such a building could help relieve some of the feeling, emotion running through her body. There was a lot to take in still, and she isn't sure she'll be able to process it all for a while.

But, she was alive. She had been around much longer than she would have ever expected. And that was quite alright. And she still had her family, even if different, they still remained. And soon, her home, too. So, a silent celebration through her head. Happy birthday, a cheers to life, to family, and to eventual victory. It was better to be grateful, than to try and think of anything else. And so she would be, no matter the pain, the thread that still pulled. She still had this. Three years worth of it.

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

She'd turn her gaze upwards for a moment, taking in the last of the quiet moment. Though it was not very loud, still, afterwards, it was an interruption. Not one she was too upset by, however. She'd been, for the most part, alone with only her captors, Eternal, and their own dying breaths for a few weeks. This would be a change of pace. To be approached by two children would cause the tigress to pause briefly, displeased by the thought of the children affected by the war. They need not be a part of this. They need not witness such acts. It was not their time to, and far beyond any history they could understand or dare to hold responsibilities with. Her gaze looks over the first to approach with a soft expression, despite the struggled look in her tired eyes. She would listen quietly as he spoke up, a clear hesitance from his words. He would soon come to find, however, from his position, the golden tigress was not one to fear.

"Oh, is' okay. I've been through this before, kind of. Somethin' similar. Gotta figure this part out m'self." She'd respond in a gentle voice, weak but determined. Different, but still the same, that's what she'd come to find herself thinking so often, and it still rang true now. She's sure she would have an easier time, soon, once she could get home, get her old walking stick. Perhaps Roan or Rosemary could help her attach it somehow. Nonetheless, for now, she'd simply work through the off-balance movement as her body regained strength and energy, moved out from its infected wounds. Her ear would twitch at Ares' introduction, offering a nod herself. "Oi, 'm Goldenluxury Roux, or Goldie. 'm a pirate, from the Typhoon."

That was really all she had to say at first. Her mind was not much for conversation right now. But, in a moment, a thought came to mind. She was not one to bring such kinds of attention to herself, throwing parties in celebration of herself, only doing so for the achievements of others, but she thought, perhaps, this would be a good time to. They were in need on celebration, after chasing out the Coalition snakes. "Well, maybe I could use some help," she'd pipe up in an almost playful tone, tail tip twitching. "Y'see, is' m' birthday, but 've no one t' have a party wit'. D'ya know anyone who'd like t' have a lil' fun?" How exactly she'd go about throwing some sort of fun party, she didn't really have a plan for. But, she thought, maybe this could help liven things up. Maybe getting the attention for it alone would cause further help to figure out the predicament.