08-13-2019, 11:37 AM
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GOLDENLUXURY ROUX
I HEARD, I HEARD ACROSS A MOONLIT SEA
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
THE OLD VOICE WARNING ME
BEWARE, BEWARE THE DAUGHTER OF THE SEA
BEWARE, BEWARE OF ME.
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The first to arrive would be a familiar face, one she was always happy to see. The tigress took a small, neat bite of her cake slice, keeping her gaze upon the coyote. If their thoughts had been out loud for the female to hear, she may have chuckled. Pirate princess was a nickname bestowed upon her when she was very little, and she always thought it fun to refer to herself as such when the opportunity arrived. That was a long time ago - over a year ago now - when that nickname was created out of the mouth of her old crewmate "Georgie Porgie". One of the many she'd receive over her life (with the most common, of course, being Goldie). And, with Idyllfield's question, her mind would quickly flutter towards one particular memory with a man that calls her his lightning bug, though they did state not with anyone in particular. Her expression contorts to a thoughtful one, huffing silently.
"T' be honest," she starts off with, tilting her head slightly. "M' favorite memories pretty much all include somebody." Her absolute favorite memory was not hard to figure out, though she did have some very close runner-ups. "Like when m' papa gave me m' feather earring - thas' m' favorite memory. Or when I made personal presents for every single person in the Typhoon n' got t' finally give 'em all out when I was done. Or even when the Gods gave me m' memories back n' revived me from the dead." The first - her favorite - was quite personal. It was something she didn't want to go declaring the specifications of to everyone. It was one of the few things she could hold with her papa so privately that no one ever had to know about it. "There's a lotta things I can appreciate a lot in m' life, mostly 'cause o' m' family, so 'm grateful for it." She's never once let go of that belief that she owes her family so much. They deserve to be given so much.
And now, distracting her from any nostalgia she may experience, an even more familiar figure finds his way over. Different, but absolutely recognizable. "Thas' not a question," she'd tease towards his apologies - none of which were needed. Goldie offers him a small grin, feathered tail tip twitching once. "D'ya have nice dreams when ya take such long naps, mister Luci?" a light-hearted question, her ears perked curiously towards him.
"T' be honest," she starts off with, tilting her head slightly. "M' favorite memories pretty much all include somebody." Her absolute favorite memory was not hard to figure out, though she did have some very close runner-ups. "Like when m' papa gave me m' feather earring - thas' m' favorite memory. Or when I made personal presents for every single person in the Typhoon n' got t' finally give 'em all out when I was done. Or even when the Gods gave me m' memories back n' revived me from the dead." The first - her favorite - was quite personal. It was something she didn't want to go declaring the specifications of to everyone. It was one of the few things she could hold with her papa so privately that no one ever had to know about it. "There's a lotta things I can appreciate a lot in m' life, mostly 'cause o' m' family, so 'm grateful for it." She's never once let go of that belief that she owes her family so much. They deserve to be given so much.
And now, distracting her from any nostalgia she may experience, an even more familiar figure finds his way over. Different, but absolutely recognizable. "Thas' not a question," she'd tease towards his apologies - none of which were needed. Goldie offers him a small grin, feathered tail tip twitching once. "D'ya have nice dreams when ya take such long naps, mister Luci?" a light-hearted question, her ears perked curiously towards him.
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.