Supply Stop at Serenes

[thatched]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: Serenes
When: April 10th-13th
What: chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool Gathering supplies
Warnings: Nothing more than the usual
Status: Open



Pls to be dating your threads!

Comments

[thatched]

[lifts his head away from that touch. This is her forest and he doesn't want to spoil it or her but he speaks gently.]

Don't worry about it, sweetheart. It is what it is. Why don't you show me the sights, aye?

[song_princess]

[She frowns when he moves away from her touch and droops her wings a little.]

I already am worried though....I shall but are you sure that you will be alright? [Worried cooing towards him.]

[thatched]

I'll be fine, sweetheart, don't fret. [he won't let this forest beat him. He'll neither succumb, nor be driven out of it... But...if he's really making her that uncomfortable... He shoves his hands in his pockets casually.]

Or would you rather explore on your own, lady mine? Either way is fine with me.

[song_princess]

[She stares at him before letting out a small sigh, reaching over to grab unto his shirt. She will tough it out! She is strong and mighty!] I will always fret about you. If I don't then who will.... [A brief pause] Besides Marco.

And I do want to show you my home. Don't be so stupid! [Okay, gonna reach up with her free hand in order to pinch behind his ear now. PUNISHMENT!]

[thatched]

Ow! [it doesn't really hurt that much. Is more annoying. But he soothes that instinct down and smiles at her.]

Come sit on my shoulder then, sweetheart.

[and hopefully as a bird. Birds he can deal with right now]

[song_princess]

[She pouts up at him for a brief moment before nodding her head, shifting and moving to perch.

Ow. Owwww it hurts but she won't show it! Look at her! A rough and tough heron!

She moves at once to preen his hair and bread with a few happy chirps.]

Is this better?

[thatched]

[ah but sweet princess, he can tell. His haki is strong enough to sense a poor heron in distress.

He takes a few breaths to calm himself and then reaches up to stroke her long white neck with the backs of his fingers]

Maybe you should fly ahead, aye? I'll keep up.

[song_princess]

(It did hurt. The darkness within but.... No matter what, Thatch is still Thatch and this is nothing.

She closes her eyes and coos at the strokes.)

I am fine. I am already on my perch. (Here, have some more preening and gentle cooing.) It would be more fun to see it at the same time.

[thatched]

[he smiles faintly, he doesn't like it but it's how she displays her own strength. Strong gentle princess.]

Aye, have it your way then, sweet lady. [he'll start walking then, aimlessly, trying to let himself relax, but not too much]

And where shall we wend, to, o bright eyes and maiden fair?