Eloise
Darling, you take the high horse
and I'll take the high road
and I'll take the high road
"I sure hope not. What a terrible quality to have in a navigator, besides." Eloise replied with a comical roll of her eyes. "Mmm, I don't doubt it. They do say time seems to slow while you've got your hands on something hot." The illusionist countered. Of course that adage had to do with pain, but then again she and Jack weren't always free of that, so she figured the saying fit well enough.
Glancing across at him, dark eyes flitting over his expression to gauge just how serious of a request this was, the illusionist gave a noncommital nod. "Where do we go? Can we sail around the continent? Are there more lands beyond the horizon?" Placing the flask against her lips, Eloise tilted her head back. The burn of the alcohol was slow and warm and provided ample defence against the stirring breezes.
Glancing across at him, dark eyes flitting over his expression to gauge just how serious of a request this was, the illusionist gave a noncommital nod. "Where do we go? Can we sail around the continent? Are there more lands beyond the horizon?" Placing the flask against her lips, Eloise tilted her head back. The burn of the alcohol was slow and warm and provided ample defence against the stirring breezes.
If you're too good for us,
you'll be good riding solo
you'll be good riding solo
