AND HE SANG ABOUT WHAT I'D BECOME ; private

[Beatrice]

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The same bluebird perched on a tree above her head, and she watched it intently. The bird stared at her, black eyes unblinking, headed twitching left and right. It sang to her, and the notes were soft and bittersweet sounding. She tried very hard to piece together the words, but something was stopping her from that and she didn't know what. She knew their songs, all of them. Didn't she? Was she slowly losing touch? Regardless, the girl whistled back, loud and confident yet pleading.

The sudden prescence of Ilijas frightened the creature away, but Beatrice had not noticed the young man yet. A sad look flashed across her features as the bird took flight, flying far, far away from the island she was just starting to call home. Her heart was bruised as she watched it disappear above the trees. She had never felt so alone.

When he spoke, she jumped. The red heeler whirled around, lowered into a defensive stance. She bared teeth and growled, but this facade slowly dissipated when he continued to speak. His tone was soft, welcoming. He was more polite than most of the pirate-folk she had come into contact with the past few days. She took a breath, steadying herself as she stood up.

[b]"Sorry, I jumped. You scared me," she explained, as if it weren't painfully obvious. "My name's Beatrice. It's nice to meet you." Dark eyes scanned him, momentarily, searching for what his soul consisted of. She furrowed her eyebrows for a split-second when she saw the cloudiness within him. How curious...

"You must be the guy that joined not too long ago. Some were talking about you in camp. All good things, don't worry." Her words, for once, were actually sincere. [color=#D87821][b]"Are you from around here? The Clans, I mean?"