05-09-2019, 07:57 PM
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
[align=center]Goldenluxury was disappointed, but not surprised by his answer. It was the main reason she showed up here, after all - doubt. She was prepared to head into war against the bastards at any and every point in time. This very well could be that time, especially given Crow's gracious offer. She takes a moment to consider her own ideas before offering a direct response to the male. She ultimately decides on the most equally practical and fun one. It was a very safe move to begin what will likely be a war. A short war, probably, but still one nonetheless. "Well," she says quietly at first, breathing, "there is one plan, that I think may be quite...interestin', for both o' us." Her previously thoughtful look now turns into a mischievous smirk. Her cold eyes glint with focus, and to her, now, the game began.
She considers her own words for a moment, despite knowing exactly what she is going to be saying. Perhaps a reminder of the trust would be appropriate, though not in a fashion that sounds like she is distrusting, simply a cautious one. "Now, this ain't t' be shared wit' the world. Not 'till it's happened." The captain urges, her words stern but actual tone quite light. She is not so worried Crow would babble this to everyone. Surely he must understand strategy to at least a similar level of herself. Now that she's prepared him, the female nods to herself, a certainty around her. "I can offer a peace offerin', of sorts, t' the Pittians. Give 'em some "gifts" n' distract 'em while somebody sneaks in. Could be you, could be one o' m' crewmates, another swamp bud, or even m' eagle, Lynn." Her words fall out slowly and carefully, her voice now quieter to avoid any listening ears to hear. This was something she did not want to share with anyone except the individuals she had to explain it to - not yet. Everything must be meticulous. Should she inform him of her spy there? No, not yet. Soon, if he proved to be trustworthy, which she had faith he was. "I know the territory well, from personal experience." Very personal. There is a clear bitterness still laced within her tone. "I imagine that can come in handy, for both of us."
She considers her own words for a moment, despite knowing exactly what she is going to be saying. Perhaps a reminder of the trust would be appropriate, though not in a fashion that sounds like she is distrusting, simply a cautious one. "Now, this ain't t' be shared wit' the world. Not 'till it's happened." The captain urges, her words stern but actual tone quite light. She is not so worried Crow would babble this to everyone. Surely he must understand strategy to at least a similar level of herself. Now that she's prepared him, the female nods to herself, a certainty around her. "I can offer a peace offerin', of sorts, t' the Pittians. Give 'em some "gifts" n' distract 'em while somebody sneaks in. Could be you, could be one o' m' crewmates, another swamp bud, or even m' eagle, Lynn." Her words fall out slowly and carefully, her voice now quieter to avoid any listening ears to hear. This was something she did not want to share with anyone except the individuals she had to explain it to - not yet. Everything must be meticulous. Should she inform him of her spy there? No, not yet. Soon, if he proved to be trustworthy, which she had faith he was. "I know the territory well, from personal experience." Very personal. There is a clear bitterness still laced within her tone. "I imagine that can come in handy, for both of us."
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.