”Ah, but I am not from a place like this, and I will never quite understand the concept of tanning for fun, I don’t think. Or sweating constantly. It is sort of unpleasant, even if it’s nice to actually be able to feel my fingers and toes.” After all, she had long ago gotten used to the numb, tingling pain of freezing extremities. You didn’t venture outside for more than a few minutes before you lost feeling in those basic parts of you, including your nose. Scarves were useful, wrapped around nose and mouth and ears, but even still on a cold Deepfrost day, the winter winds would cut through you anyway.
She wondered what treasures this man might have. Was he truly a pirate? If so, what was that life like, with the sea your constant companion and your pathway to who knows where. ”Tell me, what other lands have you found beside Caido? Are there others reachable by ship?” She doubts she would ever go, ever leave behind the life she knows and, in her way, loves. Yet curiosity at the idea of it, at the possibility of it, always gnaws at her. She simply wants to dream of what it might be like.
He plucks at his own long sleeve shirt and she chuckles. ”I was wearing sleeves for a while, but I had not planned to get stopped by a sunbaking man on my walk today.” Indeed she had planned to move inside soon enough, to spend just enough time basking in the idea of short sleeves before returning to shade. ”It is a novelty to me to not need to be covered in clothing, and I am enjoying it.” She says it seriously, though there’s a lurking double entendre in that statement if one cares to hear it.
She takes his arm. Who was she to refuse such a polite gesture from a handsome, muscular man? Just because she needed no help didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy being treated like a damsel in distress on occasion, or simply like a lady who deserves an arm. She does deserve one, after all. ”Are you taking me to the Hanged Man?” she asks, having already found and enjoyed that particular spot. And it’s owner, for that matter.
She wondered what treasures this man might have. Was he truly a pirate? If so, what was that life like, with the sea your constant companion and your pathway to who knows where. ”Tell me, what other lands have you found beside Caido? Are there others reachable by ship?” She doubts she would ever go, ever leave behind the life she knows and, in her way, loves. Yet curiosity at the idea of it, at the possibility of it, always gnaws at her. She simply wants to dream of what it might be like.
He plucks at his own long sleeve shirt and she chuckles. ”I was wearing sleeves for a while, but I had not planned to get stopped by a sunbaking man on my walk today.” Indeed she had planned to move inside soon enough, to spend just enough time basking in the idea of short sleeves before returning to shade. ”It is a novelty to me to not need to be covered in clothing, and I am enjoying it.” She says it seriously, though there’s a lurking double entendre in that statement if one cares to hear it.
She takes his arm. Who was she to refuse such a polite gesture from a handsome, muscular man? Just because she needed no help didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy being treated like a damsel in distress on occasion, or simply like a lady who deserves an arm. She does deserve one, after all. ”Are you taking me to the Hanged Man?” she asks, having already found and enjoyed that particular spot. And it’s owner, for that matter.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
