07-31-2018, 11:19 AM
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goldenluxury "goldie" roux — female — the typhoon — tags
goldie had been brought by the crowd, the young girl trying to get as much done as she could now. now that she was feeling better, it was important that she really focused on catching up. she'd been slowed down for a month, but that was okay because she was better now. she'd just need to work faster than usual. so, the girl was sure to approach the crowd. her first steps were, of course, to greet any visitors or joiners. that was most important
seems they all beat her to the punch, though, as she eyed her aunt fly away with a basket. lynn, her growing harpy eagle, was carrying a basket as well, though she had placed it around his neck so he could carry it with ease. she was trying to collect supplies for her papa and mister dad's wedding, hoping to make them something nice. she already had a nice outfit planned.
the girl coughed lightly, mostly recovered from her sickness at this point. her tired, green eyes looked to beatrice, feeling like she very vaguely recalled the female. she must have known her when she was really young, or something. goldie stood next to aita, offering a warm look to her half-sister before focusing fully on the returner.
"welcome back, beatrice! i like that name." she greeted with a bright smile, voice enthusiastic. she was excited to get back to work, after all. she didn't think they had ever officially met, but she certainly remembered the female's presence, at least. "i think you were 'round when i was real young...my name's goldenluxury roux, but i usually just go by goldie or somethin' like that! how have you been?"
seems they all beat her to the punch, though, as she eyed her aunt fly away with a basket. lynn, her growing harpy eagle, was carrying a basket as well, though she had placed it around his neck so he could carry it with ease. she was trying to collect supplies for her papa and mister dad's wedding, hoping to make them something nice. she already had a nice outfit planned.
the girl coughed lightly, mostly recovered from her sickness at this point. her tired, green eyes looked to beatrice, feeling like she very vaguely recalled the female. she must have known her when she was really young, or something. goldie stood next to aita, offering a warm look to her half-sister before focusing fully on the returner.
"welcome back, beatrice! i like that name." she greeted with a bright smile, voice enthusiastic. she was excited to get back to work, after all. she didn't think they had ever officially met, but she certainly remembered the female's presence, at least. "i think you were 'round when i was real young...my name's goldenluxury roux, but i usually just go by goldie or somethin' like that! how have you been?"
NOTHING'S EVER LOST FOREVER, IT'S JUST HIDING IN THE RECESS OF YOUR MIND AND WHEN YOU NEED IT, IT WILL COME TO YOU AT NIGHT. I MISS THE YELLOW. I MISS THE YELLING AND THE SHAKEDOWN. I'M NOT COMPLAINING, NO, I GOT A BETTER SET OF KNIVES NOW. I MISS MY DRUMMER, MY DEAD STEPBROTHER, AND THE PIT CROWD. AND CHUCK AND MATTY - IF THEY COULD SEE ME THEY'D BE SO PROUD.