[ STOP there's a difference between traumadumping and lowkey panicking that she doesn't know jack shit about this world. regardless, sorry for freaking out on you king do you think she's still hot 🧍♂️
actually, don't answer that. she's put her face in her own hands and continues to lament until she feels a reassuring hand on her head. gestures like this feel strange coming from a total stranger but not an unwelcome one; it's something that her fellow sailors tend to do whenever she finds herself going through it on the ship back during the day, too.
she peeks at him through her fingers, watching him carefully -- particularly the crystals on his body and wonders if they sparkled in the night when they did... something together (???). then, determining that she's got nothing to lose here when this house has taken even the clothes on her back, she puts her hands down on her sides and takes another deep breath.
one step at a time, nice and slow. she can do that. ]
...Call me Ishmael. My headband... You could say it's unique. It's made out of hemp rope that I braided with a knot, and I put white ribbons at either side of it. [ it makes her sound moe as fuck when she puts it like that, but hear her out. ] If they indeed took it just to make me play their games, I'm mad that it's working.
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actually, don't answer that. she's put her face in her own hands and continues to lament until she feels a reassuring hand on her head. gestures like this feel strange coming from a total stranger but not an unwelcome one; it's something that her fellow sailors tend to do whenever she finds herself going through it on the ship back during the day, too.
she peeks at him through her fingers, watching him carefully -- particularly the crystals on his body and wonders if they sparkled in the night when they did... something together (???). then, determining that she's got nothing to lose here when this house has taken even the clothes on her back, she puts her hands down on her sides and takes another deep breath.
one step at a time, nice and slow. she can do that. ]
...Call me Ishmael. My headband... You could say it's unique. It's made out of hemp rope that I braided with a knot, and I put white ribbons at either side of it. [ it makes her sound moe as fuck when she puts it like that, but hear her out. ] If they indeed took it just to make me play their games, I'm mad that it's working.