05-24-2019, 01:19 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]Decoration was not really something the female was amazing with, considering her living quarters tended to always have some sort of "organized mess" within them. She made more of an effort to keep things neat but with so many things, and so much to do, she couldn't really keep up with it very often. Nonetheless, she did enjoy making things look nice when she could. At the very least, she could help out a crewmate with the task. The tiger approaches in a laid-back manner, muscles relaxed. She offers a casual smile to Idyllfields, slightly impressed so see they had gone the extra mile to build their own home, rather than taking a vacant one. She has rebuilt structures before, after the tavern had been burnt down, some huts, treehouses, and the temple needed rebuilt after the volcano, but she'd certainly never gone out of her way to build her own hut (when she had lived in one, of course). The tiger looks it over as she stops, nodding to the coyote before saying anything quite yet, considering the scene.
"Have ya taken out some sorta bed yet? Thas' most important, n' easy enough. I can give ya some blankets, if ya want," the female states decidedly, eyes still fixated on the house. "After that, though, I'd say start wit' your biggest items first."
"Have ya taken out some sorta bed yet? Thas' most important, n' easy enough. I can give ya some blankets, if ya want," the female states decidedly, eyes still fixated on the house. "After that, though, I'd say start wit' your biggest items first."
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.