09-06-2019, 11:02 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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Any time there is an event where someone is teaching another, the female cannot help but feel eager to take part. The idea of learning something new for her crew had always been ideal; even if her motivations before had been less so on the crew and more so on her papa. However, it does seem that she wouldn't really be able to add much to this lesson, considering she is filling in as the soothsayer until Idyllfields finishes their training under her. Still, she was happy to see this happening. It was just as important to know the basics of healing as it was to know self defense, hunting, strategy. All of the weight of the crew should not be put on one sole individual. She's always believed that.
The captain would lumber over quietly, head held low with ear tips pointed forward. Her cold eyes have a light gaze, tail twitching back and forth. "It wouldn' be fair for me t' participate, but," the female would state as she sits closer to Idyllfields, feathered tail tip curling around her paws. Undoubtedly, the captain is getting better. More lively, at the very least. The blood loss didn't much get to her, and now all that was left was letting the wounds heal (though, it may be harder, considering she did not enjoy laying around all day waiting for things to get better - which seems to directly clash with how physical recovery happens). "Surely it won' hurt jus' t' watch." She shoots her sage an encouraging wink and smile.
The captain would lumber over quietly, head held low with ear tips pointed forward. Her cold eyes have a light gaze, tail twitching back and forth. "It wouldn' be fair for me t' participate, but," the female would state as she sits closer to Idyllfields, feathered tail tip curling around her paws. Undoubtedly, the captain is getting better. More lively, at the very least. The blood loss didn't much get to her, and now all that was left was letting the wounds heal (though, it may be harder, considering she did not enjoy laying around all day waiting for things to get better - which seems to directly clash with how physical recovery happens). "Surely it won' hurt jus' t' watch." She shoots her sage an encouraging wink and smile.
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.