Tyrannian Nights {OPEN!} (599 views)

[Mo]

Although the two could both fit inside the hut, Liquorice invited Audrey to sit down on cushioned furnishings that had a strongly jungle-esque feel to them; they weren't built for strength, but at least they were comfortable. She sat down, only glancing briefly downwards to watch where she sat- she kept her eyes on the Grarrl whenever she could, should she speak.

"I traveled here with a crew of sailors, and decided to stick around for a while," She said with a pleasant smile in her calm but distinctly slow tone. Laughing, she shook her head. "Well, if you want to be technical, I'm not a pirate by occupation. I'm a navigator," She reached down to help her long, twitching tail out from under her (it was so pesky sometimes), "but I hail from Krawk Island, so you could call me one at heart."

Liquorice noticed the Grarrl's wariness, and noted that she wasn't only clever in her speech. Of course, she didn't plan on acting any way but altruistically towards her.
"Where have my manners gone?" She declared, half-feigning sheepish guilt. "We haven't been introduced properly. I'm Liquorice," She extended her paw with a smile.
"Oh, I'll get my medical supplies," She added, nearly forgetting why they came here until she faced the problem of deciding which of Audrey's crippled hands would be the most practical to shake.

[Otter]

She felt her chosen seat creak beneath her weight; she wasn't surprised, though, considering the seats weren't created for someone of her mass. Wanting to be sure she didn't break the chair, she became very conscious of her comfortable position--particularly her tail. Any wrong swing and she'd wreck the chair under her.

"That's just a fancy way to make you sound less like a pirate," Audrey chuckled, her positive tone meaning no harm. "You must've traveled far in Neopia, considering your important occupation." Her curiosity would have led her into asking many questions, until she politely waited for the Xweetok to introduce herself. Audrey couldn't help but laugh--pirates? Manners? Truly this Xweetok wasn't a pirate? More importantly, manners in Tyrannia?

"Who would have thought that anyone other than my own mother would be civilized in Tyrannia?" she questioned aloud with her hearty laugh, the chair creaking under her movement. She found her tail lifting alongside her joy and quickly brought it down.

"Bah, forgive my rudeness," she sighed with a chuckle and head shaking. She reached out and shook Liquorice's paw, despite the pain. "I am Audrey. An honor to meet a fine pirate." She began to feel her body's natural healing--though it was probably at work for a while--and it made her remember why they were here.

"Ah, right! Shall we get to mending my wounds then? Can't keep looking like this forever." She chuckled.