01-21-2020, 11:37 PM
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She doesn't have to do this. She feels that deep in her soul. Free as pirates were, it simply made sense. A choice. Owning her new title. Her new position of command. It simply made sense. Acknowledge tradition. Besides. Her crewmates needed to know where to find her when they needed her. The Dealer typically resided in the sky parlor of the Tavern.
Empty for moons. The tiny fae checks it out first. Quietly walking besides the wall. Mapping. Thinking.
She owned very little she realized as she returned to the Tempest, taking stock there. Very little. Dragging any of her pillows and blankets for sleep would be... Fun. She hardly wanted to cover them in sand. Manu the stuffed parrot would be simple. The dagger Hushsound gave her. Carried carefully, it should be fine as well. Not for the first time, she felt glad all of the braille books she enjoyed reading actually belonged to Raziel, since she wasn't sure how the hell she'd push that out of her cabin.
Okay. Keep it simple. Trips.
Keona carefully took the hilt of the dagger Hushsound gave her. A tiny, hand-crafted blade. She still did not feel entirely safe with a sharp weapon. Slowly, the new Dealer padded off the Tempest, gripping the blade almost too tightly with between her jaws and headed to the Tavern. Only to stop.
Seas. In close quarters, surrounded by the day-to-day noise, the feline severely doubted she'd be able to avoid bumping into someone. A sure way to send someone to the jungle temple. Irritably, Keona's tail began to twitch to and fro. Maybe she should have started with one of her other belongings first.
If I fall, get knocked down, pick myself up off the ground
Swaying. The Tempest rocks always. Wooden floors swaying in rhythm to waves beneath them. Familiar from the time of her birth, Keona lingered often on the docked ship. Moving, without a single thought, to the cabin next to Kian's, if only to sleep where she felt the rock of the ocean. Surrounded by the taste of salt.She doesn't have to do this. She feels that deep in her soul. Free as pirates were, it simply made sense. A choice. Owning her new title. Her new position of command. It simply made sense. Acknowledge tradition. Besides. Her crewmates needed to know where to find her when they needed her. The Dealer typically resided in the sky parlor of the Tavern.
Empty for moons. The tiny fae checks it out first. Quietly walking besides the wall. Mapping. Thinking.
She owned very little she realized as she returned to the Tempest, taking stock there. Very little. Dragging any of her pillows and blankets for sleep would be... Fun. She hardly wanted to cover them in sand. Manu the stuffed parrot would be simple. The dagger Hushsound gave her. Carried carefully, it should be fine as well. Not for the first time, she felt glad all of the braille books she enjoyed reading actually belonged to Raziel, since she wasn't sure how the hell she'd push that out of her cabin.
Okay. Keep it simple. Trips.
Keona carefully took the hilt of the dagger Hushsound gave her. A tiny, hand-crafted blade. She still did not feel entirely safe with a sharp weapon. Slowly, the new Dealer padded off the Tempest, gripping the blade almost too tightly with between her jaws and headed to the Tavern. Only to stop.
Seas. In close quarters, surrounded by the day-to-day noise, the feline severely doubted she'd be able to avoid bumping into someone. A sure way to send someone to the jungle temple. Irritably, Keona's tail began to twitch to and fro. Maybe she should have started with one of her other belongings first.
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