((Trying again, going back a step or two. grins))

Judging by Kincaid’s effusive praise for your Amara, he was certain that the Elder made time for her, damn his other obligations. But, he was a young man once, and given their reminiscing only just today, he would not be the first to go throwing stones.

Your smile, when it bloomed this time, so reminded him of the way you looked as a girl that he completely forgot whatever it was that his thoughts were rambling on about.

Instead, his own smile mellowed into something warm and sweet, even as the topic turned to what was presently befalling the residents of the Cowgate, perhaps the city’s poorest district. Those were the people whom even the poor and the immigrants, and indeed the poor immigrants, looked upon with pity.

“We are not certain.”

He never made a judgement until he was certain, but he trusted you and so took a breath. “We are unsure, but have a theory that it is somehow a biological manifestation, either of a spirit’s malfeasance, or perhaps it is unaware that it is the focal point of the sickness being spread. Either way, there is a tie. We as yet do not know the correlation point of the two facts.”

Sending strength and grace

((wtf?? Okay))

Shifts on the bed a little.

Merry sun rattlers ☺🥇

Afraid to ask pi day?
And cheesecake?? Kinda early to be drunk sharko? ☺

looks in again

((I think the room just ate half of my post and one of yours, let me try to correct!))

well i'm sure that's true
so where is your crew now? terrorizing your neighbors?

Your boy hopes that You're well Mistress

*laughs*

He was an amateur compared to us…

i think those were Blackbeard's last words, but i could be wrong

Tugged

Smiles brightly when I see Her I crawl to You kneeling before You spreading my thighs wide hands behind my back Greetings Mistress how are You this morning

stacked

curvy

thick

cream

never seen that word, takes a knee to you