[Ah, good. A near perfect distraction. Finally, something that isn't an eight-headed goose that Benedikta can wrap her claws around. Even better that it takes her as far away from Nogard and Eltrut as possible—those leviathans were beginning to feel cramped, and she needed the space to spread her wings a little. Figuratively and literally. With all that pent-up tension sitting square between her shoulders, it's no wonder that she was feeling restless.
Which is why she's here, perched on the deck of the ship, seated with her legs dangling precariously over the rails with her pipe between her fingers. She can see the silhouette of the island ahead up against the darkened gray skies, and while some may think it eerie, even terrifying that a storm looms so close, Benedikta is fond of this weather. The overcast clouds, the way that the brisk moisture clings to her face, the light buzz of static in the air with the promise of a storm...
It reminds her of home. Of the decks of the Einherjar in all her glory, though this particular ship holds no candle to her.
And all would be perfect if it weren't for that noise in the distance.
Clicking her tongue, she tosses her head back, lights her pipe, and gives it a puff.]
I swear I will rip out their throats if they do not shut it by the time we arrive.
[Said to no one in particular, or to whomever might be standing or passing by.]
🏴☠️ for zoro.
Which is why she's here, perched on the deck of the ship, seated with her legs dangling precariously over the rails with her pipe between her fingers. She can see the silhouette of the island ahead up against the darkened gray skies, and while some may think it eerie, even terrifying that a storm looms so close, Benedikta is fond of this weather. The overcast clouds, the way that the brisk moisture clings to her face, the light buzz of static in the air with the promise of a storm...
It reminds her of home. Of the decks of the Einherjar in all her glory, though this particular ship holds no candle to her.
And all would be perfect if it weren't for that noise in the distance.
Clicking her tongue, she tosses her head back, lights her pipe, and gives it a puff.]
I swear I will rip out their throats if they do not shut it by the time we arrive.
[Said to no one in particular, or to whomever might be standing or passing by.]