Sailing the breeze

[Regan de Morte]

You replied already, oops! O_O Ignore me. I was gonna re-write my post, but screw it haha.
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Regan titled her head to the side at his reply. Suppose. She hated words like that; if, and, buts and maybes. They were never close enough to the point for her, just aimlessly beating around the bush until someone jumped out of it and shook a straight answer out of them. She didn't even bother to reply, going back to drawing designs in the sand with a frown, waiting until he spoke again or she could think of something else to ask him. Finally he introduced himself and her face lit up again, ears moving forward to meet with his question, which instantly made her dead silent, a frown starting to work its way back into the corners of her mouth as she thought it over. “Its a long story,” she quietly offered, looking back down at her completed work of a ship in stormy weather, before wiping away the image in a slow, deliberate movement.

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