07-17-2019, 10:24 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]Goldie's response to Sam's came quite easily, having a very firm philosophy over those you keep close. She's been backstabbed before - quite literally, her former body's back destroyed - and she was more cautious about who she let in her circle nowadays. After all, she used to think Stryker was preaching some sort of truth. Childish ideals have been destroyed, and she knows better now. Maybe better than most. "What's the point o' bein' friends if ya feel like ya can't trust 'em?" the female offered quietly. Even her crewmates that she wasn't necessarily - close to, she needed to feel like she could trust them, and it was important they felt the same towards her, which is why she hated keeping secrets so much, and was so bad at lying as a child. Truthfully, she probably could never be a spy herself, even if her appearance wouldn't give her away immediately (as far as she knew, she did not possess shapeshifting powers). She had sensed a hint of anger within the female when she'd spoken the words, though she would not ask about it for now. Goldie, after all, is not a nosy individual. They all had their reasons to be angry. She knew she sure as fuck did.
If she knew Sam thought she was easy to talk to, the female would have put on a bright smile. The female always made an effort to be a conversationalist, even if the constant interactions wore her down eventually, because she figured that was important - her papa had been so good at it, so, so should she. And, with a little practice, she was, and then she even got to be head of the communication guild. An introvert being in charge of communication, isn't that funny? She still agreed, though, and she knows why now, that communication is important. Being able to speak smoothly and clearly is a skill she is very glad to have learned early on, despite any drawbacks that had came along (failure, fear, lost memories). Politics are like a game, and friends are simply something she enjoys having.
However, the female would give a nod as she stated she enjoyed her company. She didn't mind providing it. The tigress' feathered ear tips twitched to her assurance that she would be fine, and she would sit down herself, sighing silently. "There's no rush, I don' mind havin' ya here," the female would respond after Sam apologizes, shrugging slightly. "M' dad would always come t' visit m' papa n' I when he led Snowbound n' we were allies, so 've got no problems wit' lettin' an ally stay on the island." There is a hint of sadness, and nostalgia, as she mentions Jacob, and her papa. It was too long ago for her to grieve anymore, though. "Besides, I used to be roommates wit' Beck." She'd laugh and cut herself off from expanding on that - Sam could figure out for herself where she was trying to go with that. Of course, she'd no idea of any sour notes the boy may bring up - she still appreciated him for when he was there, no matter how chaotic and destructive he'd been.
If she knew Sam thought she was easy to talk to, the female would have put on a bright smile. The female always made an effort to be a conversationalist, even if the constant interactions wore her down eventually, because she figured that was important - her papa had been so good at it, so, so should she. And, with a little practice, she was, and then she even got to be head of the communication guild. An introvert being in charge of communication, isn't that funny? She still agreed, though, and she knows why now, that communication is important. Being able to speak smoothly and clearly is a skill she is very glad to have learned early on, despite any drawbacks that had came along (failure, fear, lost memories). Politics are like a game, and friends are simply something she enjoys having.
However, the female would give a nod as she stated she enjoyed her company. She didn't mind providing it. The tigress' feathered ear tips twitched to her assurance that she would be fine, and she would sit down herself, sighing silently. "There's no rush, I don' mind havin' ya here," the female would respond after Sam apologizes, shrugging slightly. "M' dad would always come t' visit m' papa n' I when he led Snowbound n' we were allies, so 've got no problems wit' lettin' an ally stay on the island." There is a hint of sadness, and nostalgia, as she mentions Jacob, and her papa. It was too long ago for her to grieve anymore, though. "Besides, I used to be roommates wit' Beck." She'd laugh and cut herself off from expanding on that - Sam could figure out for herself where she was trying to go with that. Of course, she'd no idea of any sour notes the boy may bring up - she still appreciated him for when he was there, no matter how chaotic and destructive he'd been.
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.