[ As beautiful and as dangerous as ever, and the Outsider smiles at her approach. A sleek, slender bone charm (clearly made out of the metacarpal of some poor soul, holes carved in each end with the carved symbols between) is pulled out of his coat, twirled around in his fingers before he sets it down on the railing. He has worn these same clothing for centuries, and now he pulls them off, for no reason other than that he wants to; wants to feel this sea on his skin without human-made fabric, Void-touched as it is, in the way. ]
And so I will, [ he smiles, the harps helping make it wider, more filled with teeth. The wolfhounds bark, darting around each other before curling up in the center of the ship to watch; they and the ship will be fine, the Outsider thinks, cradled in the sea. ]
That charm is for you, [ he adds, as his clothing is pushed away. ] A balm against rats that scurry across ships such as these.
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And so I will, [ he smiles, the harps helping make it wider, more filled with teeth. The wolfhounds bark, darting around each other before curling up in the center of the ship to watch; they and the ship will be fine, the Outsider thinks, cradled in the sea. ]
That charm is for you, [ he adds, as his clothing is pushed away. ] A balm against rats that scurry across ships such as these.