
OOC - Join Gypsy and the Old Salts by Sister Lake for a bit of fishing and fun!
Gypsy was getting along famously with Claude and Pepper, the dynamic duo Roman seemed to actually feel comfortable leaving her with for a couple of hours, probably because they reminded him of the elders from home and asked them both very few questions. The coy princess thought they were absolutely fascinating of course , eager to hear all about their travels and everything they'd seen both on the sea and land, and though the two Old Salts frequently lapsed into petty arguments with one another, they seemed to have taking a fierce liking to Gypsy and had become as fretting and protectful as her own abuela...someone long gone by now.
She wasn't sure where Roman went when she was left with them, but she never asked, having already come to terms with the keen mind to discern that the Old Salts had become her unspoken babysitters while he was away. It should've embarrassed her, knowing he meant to have her guarded and watched at all times, but she somehow found comfort in his controlling means of keeping her safe. She couldn't fault him from trying to maintain and suspend a key piece of their connection to the past, but who was protecting him? Her world would surely be lost if that link suddenly broke, but it was hard to think of Roman as someone who really needed safe keeping. He'd gotten them this far after all, and Gypsy couldn't imagine what it'd been like at first, when she was truly an invalid...a burden he couldn't and wouldn't shake.
That was behind them now, but Gypsy had questions, niggling queries that gave her the strange sense of deja vu. How many times had she asked Roman about these things? How often did he have to answer them? So she stopped...or at least experienced a few days where she thought better than opening up the old wounds. Maybe that's why he carved out some alone time by himself? Maybe that was how he survived?
With a sigh, Gypsy found herself on the bank of Sister Lake, her mind returning to the present and her fingers curled into the end of a net. Girl, yer gonna toss it with me on the next swing! Claude instructed, clad in a brightly patched vest today and a pair of torn green trousers. Pepper sat off to the side in the shade, a hand shielding her eyes from the bright afternoon sun. No no, the third swing Claude! She's gotta get a feel fer it yet, the Old Salt barked the correction with a clucking tongue.
Woman, did I ask'ya?! He angrily retorted, but while Gypsy dissolved into giggles, Pepper was already getting up on her feet and pointing a finger in the male's frustrated face. Who you callin' woman? I'll have ya know I could box yer ears all the way to Timbuck II an back you...you big oaf! Gypsy wasn't sure why Pepper was so offended by what Claude had said, but she stepped out of the way and watched with a sort of horrified amusement as the bickering took front and center.