may the waves take you home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone Making a face as if she knows she’s outed herself, Lily nods, “Yep. Outlander too.” May as well own up to all of it, he’ll probably find it all out anyway if he sticks around for conversation. “Wish the fucking portals had dumped me here instead of the Grounds. Can only imagine how different the past two years would have been.” Chuckling darkly (a rare sound from the entertainer, but it only serves to tell how much she hates some of the things that have happened in the Grounds), she turns her sea-blue eyes to the man and accepts his proposition by continuing the conversation. “So who are you?” Raising an eyebrow, she eyes the chiseled-jaw man across from her with a slightly challenging gaze. Bold, but never let it be said that redheads are timid creatures; when Lily gets to drinking, she’s got big sassy balls. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye