Her smile's small and soft, before she looks at the body on the deck.
It's there enough for her, and so she drops a flower that was always in her hand as of a second ago on top of the corpse. "Poor Mr. Sparrow."
And then she looks up and grins.
"Do YoU eVeR rEAlLy LeArN? ReAlLy?"
It's oddly gentle, as she stands and carefully starts walking about, weaving and bobbing and with a very set destination and path only she knows in mind.
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Her smile's small and soft, before she looks at the body on the deck.
It's there enough for her, and so she drops a flower that was always in her hand as of a second ago on top of the corpse. "Poor Mr. Sparrow."
And then she looks up and grins.
"Do YoU eVeR rEAlLy LeArN? ReAlLy?"
It's oddly gentle, as she stands and carefully starts walking about, weaving and bobbing and with a very set destination and path only she knows in mind.