may the waves take you home

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone No details, no nothing. Smiling tightly, Lily sees how it is. “Oh, you know - singing mostly. Some dancing and writing songs, if anyone wants one. Luring Luxere during Deepfrost. Hosting orgies in my sex room. That kind of thing.” All perfectly innocent, normal things. A way to make a living, and she does love singing, but the Hollowed Ground is… boring, really. Now that she hears it out loud, it might actually be time to move to Torchline. “And what else is out there? What am I missing?” Lily asks coyly, inviting no-last-name Jack to regale her with stories of foreign people and places and things she knows naught of. It would be a welcome distraction. Taking the bottle, she tops them both off and waits to see if he’ll bite. Or at least indulge her, and make something up. It’s not like this little Outlander would know the difference. merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye