Maea
I feel it in the wind, my dear
The sun is gonna reappear
The sun is gonna reappear
"Awh, am I straining your mental faculties? Worry not, we can change the topic." The sympathy was a touch overdone, and Maea absolutely rolled her eyes at the captain, even as she obliged. "My favorite fruit... is apples. I prefer cider over hard liquor. I like eating pie," as evidenced by the offering she'd brought, and noted with pleasure that it had been a good choice, "and I can't stand the taste or scent of licorice." For colors, she had to think. "Mmh, probably... blue. Like snow shadows, or the twilight sky in Deepfrost. Which is my favorite season, by the way."
Leaning over to snatch one of the remaining pies, she took a bite despite not really being hungry. It was sweet, so it would find its way down anyway. "Your turn." Passing the figurative ball to Thalassa, she waited to see if she'd learn anything new about this no-nonsense, oh so confident pirate. Did Thalassa have any favorite anything?
Leaning over to snatch one of the remaining pies, she took a bite despite not really being hungry. It was sweet, so it would find its way down anyway. "Your turn." Passing the figurative ball to Thalassa, she waited to see if she'd learn anything new about this no-nonsense, oh so confident pirate. Did Thalassa have any favorite anything?
Good days are gonna come along
Hold on, hold on!
Hold on, hold on!
