Dark eyes laugh at him, and she turns away, reaching one hand up in a loose, disinterested gesture oddly reminiscent of Jack's own.
Slim brown fingers touch the snout of an albino snake; the creature pauses and then rests its chin on her hand when she speaks again--but nothing about this hut of hers that she exists in. It isn't her home.
"To sail to another world an bring back wicked Jack..." she muses. "A fine adventure, ay?"
Or a fool's errand. But she keeps that to herself.
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Date: 2007-07-09 02:46 am (UTC)Slim brown fingers touch the snout of an albino snake; the creature pauses and then rests its chin on her hand when she speaks again--but nothing about this hut of hers that she exists in. It isn't her home.
"To sail to another world an bring back wicked Jack..." she muses. "A fine adventure, ay?"
Or a fool's errand. But she keeps that to herself.