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Isabella6Storm4 said:
Raven straightened his stance and hastily pulled his glove back on before turning to meet the phoenix. He noted with a smug enjoyment that she kept her distance. The sixth senses were wound tight weren’t they.
he studied her briefly before pulling his hood over his head.
“Rest assured, ma’am, I’ll get all the sleep I need.”
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She pressed her heels into the deck boards, fighting the flare of defensiveness that his dark gaze roused. She would not back away.
"You had better."
Her voice inched closer to a growl and her eyes glowed dimly.
There was a pause of tense silence.
"As keeper of records aboard this ship," she started slowly. "I would like to know what exactly your race is."

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-Shade- said:
She pressed her heels into the deck boards, fighting the flare of defensiveness that his dark gaze roused. She would not back away.
"You had better."
Her voice inched closer to a growl and her eyes glowed dimly.
There was a pause of tense silence.
"As keeper of records aboard this ship," she started slowly. "I would like to know what exactly your race is."

@Isabella6Storm4
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(Ooooooooooooo…)
 
-Shade- said:
(Aye, good timing, I had to step away for a Bible study anyway)


"Of course."
The Quartermisstress swept out of the cabin with a flourish, wingtips caressing the ground.
The glow of a lantern hanging against the mizzen mast illuminated the haze of the main deck before her, casting an ominous light on the inky boards. The Quicksilver had fallen dark startlingly fast in the short time she'd been in Vhanya's quarters, and as the door clicked shut behind her, it swallowed with it the streaming light from the cabin.
A cloak would have done some good right now, she grumbled inwardly, rubbing her exposed arms with tense, slow movements.
Through the muffling fog, her sense whispered and jabbed in the direction of the quarterdeck's guard railing, familiar.
She thought to take off and alight in the direction the sense pulled her, but decided against it, for once, reserving herself away from direct intimidation. The chill had turned biting, and she wanted her wings closer to fight against it.
She approached the dark figure with slow, firm steps, holding caution. Her wings wrapped about her like an elegant shawl, the bends arching close to her head protectively.
"Raven, wasn't it?"
Her curiosity threatened to overcome her, but the alarm of danger sounding from her sixth sense stopped her from coming within five feet of the strange crewmate.
"Captain wants us all awake bright and early. I suggest you retire for the night. I don't want any heavy eyes when we set off tomorrow."

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@_-Captain BRM-_ (Cap, where the devil is Tay?)
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Tay leaned against the opposite taffrail, staring down into starry water reflections. A breeze played at her skirts. The Harpy's wind-blown words drew on chords of a vexatious quality, and Tay felt their harmonies radiate in her chest.
She pulled her sleeves tight and crossed her arms, turning to rest on the taffrail and look on at the half-lit figures ahead.

Ahehehhxmjshebmdjavsnkzojnrdnb cHorDs Of A vEcAtIowuxa ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ WuAliTy I am going to bedddd :D
 
-Shade- said:
She pressed her heels into the deck boards, fighting the flare of defensiveness that his dark gaze roused. She would not back away.
"You had better."
Her voice inched closer to a growl and her eyes glowed dimly.
There was a pause of tense silence.
"As keeper of records aboard this ship," she started slowly. "I would like to know what exactly your race is."

@Isabella6Storm4
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AGAGJXHAB

*COUGHFFF*

Gosh, she's annoying.

Like looking for a guitar pick on a sand dune in the dark.
 

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