01-02-2021, 08:21 PM
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.
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.
Similarly to Keona, the female had been spending her own time mostly by herself. She wished to relearn what was claimed to be her birth home - she'd no reason to doubt it wasn't, there was a certain feeling she had whenever she stepped on the beach. It was impossible to describe, really, but one would know if they'd been with the pirates for long enough, even if she was not completely aware of that. The female simply made her way the best she could, slowly and at a relaxed pace. She didn't mind the oncoming stormclouds - rain was good for everyone, and she took it simply as a sign of the Gods reaching out to all. It was a solace in these times, and she would continue to listen for them.
In the meantime, however, there was another noise to be heard. Someone speaking to himself. "Well, if I had t' guess, 'd say, not that long ago, given we're on a tropical island." The female would butt in with a light joke, looking over to the stranger on the boulder. She wondered why he chose to lay himself on one instead of just waiting at the gate, like she'd seen others do, and been told was customary. Keona had already asked what was necessary, so she'd simply stand by the smaller feline, waiting quietly for a response.
In the meantime, however, there was another noise to be heard. Someone speaking to himself. "Well, if I had t' guess, 'd say, not that long ago, given we're on a tropical island." The female would butt in with a light joke, looking over to the stranger on the boulder. She wondered why he chose to lay himself on one instead of just waiting at the gate, like she'd seen others do, and been told was customary. Keona had already asked what was necessary, so she'd simply stand by the smaller feline, waiting quietly for a response.
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.