5/16/2026, 9:48 AM
Lyra fixed the Wisp with a hard stare, watching the pig-headed impulse to argue for not damn good reason at all flash across that greyghost face.
For a crewmate Captain might suggest a whore or a strong drink, or even a job to stay occupied. The Wisp wasn't exactly a master of the trades, though. Or even particularly approving of them.
A sigh,
They'll not believe ye regardless if ye keep goin' out 'ere squallin' an' comin' back empty. Words alone is only 'alf te truth.A scoff. She took a step back toward the Howff, then tilted expectantly to show she wanted Wisp to follow.
For a crewmate Captain might suggest a whore or a strong drink, or even a job to stay occupied. The Wisp wasn't exactly a master of the trades, though. Or even particularly approving of them.
A sigh,
We got fish what need de-scalin' and skin's what need cleanin', 'oles in te wood t'patch wit' clay, an' plenty o' mouth's t'feed. If yer at a loss fer 'ow t'keep yer mind occupied, I can find ye sometin' t'do, lass.A brow cocked, and suddenly Lyra felt the hennish mother.
An' if 'e's dead, yer howlin' still won't be bringin' 'im back. Be glad 'e's not still sufferin' an' teach te kids 'ow bein' mortal works.A lesson better to learn sooner than later, in Lyra's mind.
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3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
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My characters are unreliable narrators.
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
My characters are unreliable narrators.
