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RDchicken99 said:
Can I post the coffee sipping emoji or is that too much
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Do It Conan Obrien GIF by Team Coco
 
Sweeps of dark blue suede soft under the fingers, stuck with plumes from some exotic fowl—maybe even Harpy— and properly heaped with black lace in swathes: Captain Vhanya Marriott’s hat was a great source of pride.
It coupled nicely with her heavy wool gown, fabric stiff with sea salt. The one with the puffed sleeves, and skirts clipped up roguishly out of her way by a leather skirt-hitch she wore round about her waist. A flintlock gleamed on one hip, rapier on the other.
And, the volatile tail, swaying back in forth behind her as she strode down the aft, swaying in long strokes, like a galleon on light waves.
“Good morning!” she called, to a little knot of her crew, nearly all fuming at each other in some way.
Though the Aqras’ additional sense was not nearly as honed as those other Mythical races, she could nearly smell the blood hot in veins and racing hearts from only souls knew what previous happenings.
She offered up a smile, flashing yellow eyes. “Now now, Bailey, Mr. Balìk, dear Ember— I trust you’ve made as reasonable judgements as you’re able in my absence.”
Her head she draped to rest against her shoulder, pivoting on a heel to face the other two— that jay-mad Harpy and the smith. They both reeked of fear. Of violence. “You remember no blood is to be spilled on these decks, yes?”

@-Shade-
@Isabella7Storm5
@Lacy Duckwing
 
RDchicken99 said:
Sweeps of dark blue suede soft under the fingers, stuck with plumes from some exotic fowl—maybe even Harpy— and properly heaped with black lace in swathes: Captain Vhanya Marriott’s hat was a great source of pride.
It coupled nicely with her heavy wool gown, fabric stiff with sea salt. The one with the puffed sleeves, and skirts clipped up roguishly out of her way by a leather skirt-hitch she wore round about her waist. A flintlock gleamed on one hip, rapier on the other.
And, the volatile tail, swaying back in forth behind her as she strode down the aft, swaying in long strokes, like a galleon on light waves.
“Good morning!” she called, to a little knot of her crew, nearly all fuming at each other in some way.
Though the Aqras’ additional sense was not nearly as honed as those other Mythical races, she could nearly smell the blood hot in veins and racing hearts from only souls knew what previous happenings.
She offered up a smile, flashing yellow eyes. “Now now, Bailey, Mr. Balìk, dear Ember— I trust you’ve made as reasonable judgements as you’re able in my absence.”
Her head she draped to rest against her shoulder, pivoting on a heel to face the other two— that jay-mad Harpy and the smith. They both reeked of fear. Of violence. “You remember no blood is to be spilled on these decks, yes?”

@-Shade-
@Isabella7Storm5
@Lacy Duckwing
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All Galen could do was try to make himself even more invisible whilst answering with a solemn “yes ma’am”
 

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