07-22-2008, 01:56 PM
((Gosh i fail at life. here's your really late reply!))
After a few long moments of staring, she drew herself to a stan, approaching the ship slowly. It was lovely, majestic. Astounding, she murmured quietly, caressing the hull with a tentative touch. She stroked the wood, then decided to find a way in. Once she was in, she found herself in the area where Anselm had been moments before. But unlike him, she was in awe of everything she saw, enough that she didn't notice the odiferous stench of coyote.
A timid finger caressed the gold. Pirates gold. Bi-colored eyes were round and wide as she slid open the door to the wardrobe to find fancy evening gowns. The captian had had a woman. She touched the silks and satins with a timid finger, sighing soflty at the feel of the fabric under her fingers. So lovely....so unique. She was in utter awe. It was amazing and lovely and beautiful and awe inspiring. She closed her eyes, imagining the man and woman who'd inhabited the room. She'd seen pictures of pirates. The man would have been dark skinned, with dreadlocks and beads in his hair. And the pirate hat. And the woman would have been delicate and blonde, with blue eyes.
Deuce's fingers itched to sketch the couple, but she'd left her supplies behind in twilight vale, for one of the boys, any one of them. And it didn't look like there was anything here to sketch with. She opened her eyes, gingerly taking out one of the gowns and holding it across her body, gauging if it would fit her or not.
After a few long moments of staring, she drew herself to a stan, approaching the ship slowly. It was lovely, majestic. Astounding, she murmured quietly, caressing the hull with a tentative touch. She stroked the wood, then decided to find a way in. Once she was in, she found herself in the area where Anselm had been moments before. But unlike him, she was in awe of everything she saw, enough that she didn't notice the odiferous stench of coyote.
A timid finger caressed the gold. Pirates gold. Bi-colored eyes were round and wide as she slid open the door to the wardrobe to find fancy evening gowns. The captian had had a woman. She touched the silks and satins with a timid finger, sighing soflty at the feel of the fabric under her fingers. So lovely....so unique. She was in utter awe. It was amazing and lovely and beautiful and awe inspiring. She closed her eyes, imagining the man and woman who'd inhabited the room. She'd seen pictures of pirates. The man would have been dark skinned, with dreadlocks and beads in his hair. And the pirate hat. And the woman would have been delicate and blonde, with blue eyes.
Deuce's fingers itched to sketch the couple, but she'd left her supplies behind in twilight vale, for one of the boys, any one of them. And it didn't look like there was anything here to sketch with. She opened her eyes, gingerly taking out one of the gowns and holding it across her body, gauging if it would fit her or not.