05-29-2019, 04:56 PM
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The tiny privateer popped up behind Idyllfields. A spotted tail flicked as pale, sea-green hues flickered. Unseeing yet focused, determined to lock onto stranger ahead. The fae had nothing to say, instead settling into the shadows of her crewmates, a small but thoughtful sentinel.Strangers came and went. Perhaps she regarded them now with more caution than in her earliest days, but as time went by and no one had threatened her life since that one time, she had grown more comfortable. More confident. Still quiet, as some things never changed, regardless the length her life would stretch on.