AT LEAST I'M NOT AS SAD AS I USED TO BE / moving

[bubblegum]

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

While Goldie had not expected much opposition, she had been prepared to face it in case. She didn't want her children to have no say in where they grew, and in the end she knew she could always go back to the captain's quarters once they were old enough. A few months of misery would not be long in the grand scheme of things, and she knew that better than most. But it was still relieving to find they agreed - it was a good thought, the idea of leaving the scents of death, removing herself from where her wife and stillborn child spirits' lay. And going back to the captain's quarters likely would fill her with nostalgic, happy memories. While she'd been alone her time as captain when living in the Tempest, she'd grown up in the rooms with her papa and siblings when they'd been around. It was comforting, to smell the old scents, to find the signs of Rouxes residing. And she thinks it will be good for her children, too, to feel that older sense of connection, tradition.

The female watched quietly as one of her sons began making his way out of their hut, holding a box of his own. She'd stop for a moment, seeing how he'd manage the large item. It wasn't too surprising when he'd found himself falling, though she'd quickly spring forward to make sure he was alright. "Not very far, Love, you can see the Tempest anchored at the end of the docks." The tigress called out in response, taking light steps closer to the boy, gesturing towards their ship. "Perhaps I should take that, though." She then chuckles lightly, reaching out a paw as an offer the boy to give it up to her. There was reason she'd insisted on doing most of the lifting, after all, as her son came to realize.