Pihu
"An' if I didn' kiss the girls, my lips would grow all moldy," Pihu chanted in a bellow. She practically skipped down the beach as she sang, her voice more enthusiastic than talented. Still, it was a sea shanty and power was almost (but not quite) more important than technique or artistry.
Barefoot, dressed in a loose skirt and a blouse, a bottle dangled from the fingers of her left hand. As she spotted the figure ahead she paused in her singing. Taking a swig, the Attuned shaded her eyes as she tried to figure out what the silhouette by the water's edge actually was. Finally she just shrugged and approached the eclectically dressed woman. "Ye making a wish?" The thief jerked her chin at the Miana Pool.
Barefoot, dressed in a loose skirt and a blouse, a bottle dangled from the fingers of her left hand. As she spotted the figure ahead she paused in her singing. Taking a swig, the Attuned shaded her eyes as she tried to figure out what the silhouette by the water's edge actually was. Finally she just shrugged and approached the eclectically dressed woman. "Ye making a wish?" The thief jerked her chin at the Miana Pool.
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
But I wish I could disappear
