05-30-2019, 11:06 AM
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 captain's feathered ears perk at the stranger's opening line. He brought up her papa, calling him by his lesser-known alias. Her mouth parts slightly, about to say something, but they are both interrupted by the approach of her crewmates. The tigress shifts her stance slightly as more arrive, offering a nod to Idyllfields and Lucifer, and a small hum to Keona considering the female wouldn't see her other method of greeting. Then, Venus, too. She seems to know this male - apparently named Levi. "You mus' be popular." She'd joke softly, though her voice seems distant. Her focus is fully on the little male now, curious to see what he had to say. Could he be yet another long lost relative? To be honest, she wouldn't be too surprised if that's how it turned out to be. However, she did not say anything, deciding to listen carefully to his words without interruption. He most certainly captured her interest now. Her figure remains still, a thoughtful expression on her features.
She would be silent for a few moments, simply staring at the gift he held. "I know." She finally says, voice level. Perhaps it was too simple of a response, to all of that, but it was the best one she could give to the male. She would rather tell her papa, in person, what she thought of all that. And soon enough, she knows, she will. She's known he isn't dead. The female has always known it, even if others were skeptical. The female did not lose her faith so easily. This man - she didn't know who he was, where he came from, but he referred to her papa as Deniz, which is something only those closest to him had ever seemed to do. Her expression before had been one of politeness, but now, her face contorts into a genuine, warm smile, nodding to the male. There was a sense of some sort of weight being lifted off of her shoulders. "Thank you, for deliverin' the message, n' the gift." Her words rang with a true, deep appreciation, as if she had been waiting for this act for years. For her papa, though, she could wait forever.
With this, the female would reach out her paw, for the male to place in her grasp, if he so desired. She would not try to pressure him, though she supposes she may be a little eager to see the gift closer, to feel it, to experience any part of her papa once more, outside of the careful dusting she performed for his room in the submarine, and the aquamarine skull that now sat upon the throne in his dedication. Her smile still remains, eyes locked upon Levi. She would have asked for his name, and his plans, after all of that, but Venus had beaten her to the punch. Instead, she would pose something else. "If I may ask, how d' ya know m' papa?" She did not want to disrespect the male who had brought her all of these things, but curiosity got the better of her. There was still much she did not know about her papa's life, and while she did not consider herself nosy, the question floated around too loudly to ignore. Besides, the female may just be a little desperate to hear anything she could about him right now.
She would be silent for a few moments, simply staring at the gift he held. "I know." She finally says, voice level. Perhaps it was too simple of a response, to all of that, but it was the best one she could give to the male. She would rather tell her papa, in person, what she thought of all that. And soon enough, she knows, she will. She's known he isn't dead. The female has always known it, even if others were skeptical. The female did not lose her faith so easily. This man - she didn't know who he was, where he came from, but he referred to her papa as Deniz, which is something only those closest to him had ever seemed to do. Her expression before had been one of politeness, but now, her face contorts into a genuine, warm smile, nodding to the male. There was a sense of some sort of weight being lifted off of her shoulders. "Thank you, for deliverin' the message, n' the gift." Her words rang with a true, deep appreciation, as if she had been waiting for this act for years. For her papa, though, she could wait forever.
With this, the female would reach out her paw, for the male to place in her grasp, if he so desired. She would not try to pressure him, though she supposes she may be a little eager to see the gift closer, to feel it, to experience any part of her papa once more, outside of the careful dusting she performed for his room in the submarine, and the aquamarine skull that now sat upon the throne in his dedication. Her smile still remains, eyes locked upon Levi. She would have asked for his name, and his plans, after all of that, but Venus had beaten her to the punch. Instead, she would pose something else. "If I may ask, how d' ya know m' papa?" She did not want to disrespect the male who had brought her all of these things, but curiosity got the better of her. There was still much she did not know about her papa's life, and while she did not consider herself nosy, the question floated around too loudly to ignore. Besides, the female may just be a little desperate to hear anything she could about him right now.
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.