07-31-2019, 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 had heard of the loss of Arrow, and, to be honest, she personally could not feel so much pity over the female. After all, they'd only interacted a few times, and last time they did, it had not gone over so well. But, she knew better than to spit on the grave of someone who'd done nothing truly wrong, aside from maybe insult her once, especially given they're allies. Sam's visit to her home was proof enough that the female had a great impact on her groupmates and she would feel dirty not doing something to hopefully ease any grief they may be experiencing now. So, she'd gone out of her way to make presents - it was the easiest thing she could think of right now. And, what was better than stuffing one's face with delicious treats? So, the female had taken the past few days to gather ingredients, recipes, and begin the cooking.
The tigress had to carry two large gift baskets filled with desserts in order to deliver the amount she'd created. Candy, cookies, pie, cheesecake, tarts, coconut cake, and one specific treat for Sam - Irish apple cake, and it had a note labeling it so. Truly, she was her fathers combined. Her very first interaction with Jacob being very young, surrounded by foreign scents, but declaring that his bakery he'd delivered as gifts smelled pretty. The soft, scarred husky who just liked to knit sweaters and eat pasta and her rugged, charismatic papa as a strong captain. The female would set the baskets down gently, many of the desserts still warm and filling the air with delicious scents.
"Uh, hey," the captain would call out, eyes tired but still focused. Goldie would sigh silently to herself, blinking at the swamp's territory. "Made y'all some stuff!"
The tigress had to carry two large gift baskets filled with desserts in order to deliver the amount she'd created. Candy, cookies, pie, cheesecake, tarts, coconut cake, and one specific treat for Sam - Irish apple cake, and it had a note labeling it so. Truly, she was her fathers combined. Her very first interaction with Jacob being very young, surrounded by foreign scents, but declaring that his bakery he'd delivered as gifts smelled pretty. The soft, scarred husky who just liked to knit sweaters and eat pasta and her rugged, charismatic papa as a strong captain. The female would set the baskets down gently, many of the desserts still warm and filling the air with delicious scents.
"Uh, hey," the captain would call out, eyes tired but still focused. Goldie would sigh silently to herself, blinking at the swamp's territory. "Made y'all some stuff!"
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.