05-24-2019, 12:43 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]The female would watch him quietly, waiting patiently for his response. Having the male seem a bit flustered by her arrival, though, would cause a bit of amusement to travel into her features. Having others be overwhelmed or surprised by her own stature was something she has experienced, but not so often that she would expect it. She certainly did enjoy her body - with its strikingly golden fur, its wings, and its fins. The being tall part, however, wasn't so new to her. Nonetheless, the female would return the nod, sticking with the nod. She saw no need to be so formal that they dipped heads towards each other - of course, unless he preferred that. For now, she made her own assumptions. The pirate did always prefer to keep things mostly casual, which may be why most politics have always bored her so. Nonetheless, she was still relatively happy to see the relationship between the Typhoon and Tanglewood already becoming friendly - she most certainly respected them the most. She would give a hearty chuckle in return to his apology, listening merrily to his response.
The fact that he was here solely out of appreciation for the long-lasting peace would cause a bit of relief to enter her, as well. While it wouldn't be devastating if Crow had announced their plans, it would be less than preferred. The tiger allows her stance to relax some more, nodding slightly to his words, a smile still upon her face. While she didn't necessarily agree to his implication that everyone need visit each other once in a while, she did understand where he was coming from. It wasn't really her responsibility to interact with anybody she didn't care about at the moment - it was more trouble than she saw worth. Still, knowing your neighbors was, of course, important. That's why she was certain to keep track of them through other means, and that's why she was able to approach Crow in the first place with the knowledge they'd raided the Pitt. However, she appreciates the gesture from the male. She wasn't going to complain about gifts.
"Well, I can' say I don' share the same sort of experience." The captain would start off with, tilting her head back slightly. "Y'all are the only folks that haven' pissed me off, ever, so I sure hope we ain't fightin' ya. Plus, I got an ol' friend there." Whether this male knew Beck or not she wasn't going to bother checking. She has not interacted with the ghost boy in a while, but that would likely be changing soon enough. For now it wasn't her main concern. He could...mostly hold his own. Mostly. "I do 'preciate the gifts n' checkin' in. Wha's your name, mister?" She noticed he didn't introduce himself yet so she figures she ought to make the initiative. In the meantime, Goldie thinks about how to respond to his inquiries, wondering if she should foreshadow the future. Sure, why not? It could be fun. "Hm. 'm sure somethin' interestin' will be happenin' very soon, for both of us." She flashes a mischievous grin towards the male, though does not intend to explain what she means. He'll see soon enough.
The fact that he was here solely out of appreciation for the long-lasting peace would cause a bit of relief to enter her, as well. While it wouldn't be devastating if Crow had announced their plans, it would be less than preferred. The tiger allows her stance to relax some more, nodding slightly to his words, a smile still upon her face. While she didn't necessarily agree to his implication that everyone need visit each other once in a while, she did understand where he was coming from. It wasn't really her responsibility to interact with anybody she didn't care about at the moment - it was more trouble than she saw worth. Still, knowing your neighbors was, of course, important. That's why she was certain to keep track of them through other means, and that's why she was able to approach Crow in the first place with the knowledge they'd raided the Pitt. However, she appreciates the gesture from the male. She wasn't going to complain about gifts.
"Well, I can' say I don' share the same sort of experience." The captain would start off with, tilting her head back slightly. "Y'all are the only folks that haven' pissed me off, ever, so I sure hope we ain't fightin' ya. Plus, I got an ol' friend there." Whether this male knew Beck or not she wasn't going to bother checking. She has not interacted with the ghost boy in a while, but that would likely be changing soon enough. For now it wasn't her main concern. He could...mostly hold his own. Mostly. "I do 'preciate the gifts n' checkin' in. Wha's your name, mister?" She noticed he didn't introduce himself yet so she figures she ought to make the initiative. In the meantime, Goldie thinks about how to respond to his inquiries, wondering if she should foreshadow the future. Sure, why not? It could be fun. "Hm. 'm sure somethin' interestin' will be happenin' very soon, for both of us." She flashes a mischievous grin towards the male, though does not intend to explain what she means. He'll see soon enough.
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.