"Not much further now. The Saintess missed you quite a lot in here, I'm not one to be prying into the Miss's lifestyle, but don't be hiding from her too much. She talks about you folk from time to time, all lonely-like." It had been a summon sent to fetch @Luna Avalbane when Lucia heard she was in the game once more. The drowned pirate was different from the one Luna once knew, wearing the same long coat, same pirate hat, same love for hundreds of bracelets and necklaces, even the same gemstones in the eye sockets of it's chewed up skull it used to look at the world as they spun around in it's head to observe the world. The difference however, was the now smoldering flames down it's back that licked at it's shoulders and coat the flowing hair blew in the wind flickering and sparking harmlessly. Likewise it now had enough flesh on it's skull and face to smoke, though it didn't take out any cigars while ferrying the woman around.
Their mode of transit was a small vessel, though larger then a dingy it was a whaler's ship in size, fit for perhaps 5 or 8 men but the gilded pirate stood at the front unmoved by it's rocking and swerving as it went with haste. It naturally ferried the girl out to the clearing where Lucia made her home, only finally settling down once they'd arrived at the familiar noble tent. Of course the furniture was all gone, instead it was all outside, freshly cut, drying, though it was on the tale end of it's staining cycle. Instead under the overhang of the tent, Lucia lay, relaxed, sleeping in the game as she had since it started back up, where she could feel most at peace. When the ship slowed to a stop, it simply sank into the soil, disappearing as the pirate crumpled slightly, no longer as energetic or spirited as it had been on board. "Ah, she should be sleeping. All peaceful-like... It's time for me too..." The pirate spoke, crumpling down into a heap, clearly unstable, though it lay resting and seemed to be struggling, it wasn't so weak that it couldn't light it's smoke now that it was free from it's job and push it's hat over it's head to slumber.
Luna would be able to see Lucia resting not far from her tent, in a small bed of blankets and pillows. Dressed just as tastefully as ever, refined, enchanting, not at all like her real self. Of course there she wasn't alone either. By her side the grey skinned knight sat, not in armor but in silks to try and be a comforting force. Upon seeing Luna arrive though, Sylvanas knew her job as comfort was finally over. "She's been stressed lately. People have been excited about an event, she's been worried about the risks since she was asked to go." Sylvanas explained to Luna unaware if the girl might know what Lucia had been up to. The Knight wasn't privy to real world information or news. With a soft gesture though the knight beckoned for Luna to wake Lucia up herself.
Their mode of transit was a small vessel, though larger then a dingy it was a whaler's ship in size, fit for perhaps 5 or 8 men but the gilded pirate stood at the front unmoved by it's rocking and swerving as it went with haste. It naturally ferried the girl out to the clearing where Lucia made her home, only finally settling down once they'd arrived at the familiar noble tent. Of course the furniture was all gone, instead it was all outside, freshly cut, drying, though it was on the tale end of it's staining cycle. Instead under the overhang of the tent, Lucia lay, relaxed, sleeping in the game as she had since it started back up, where she could feel most at peace. When the ship slowed to a stop, it simply sank into the soil, disappearing as the pirate crumpled slightly, no longer as energetic or spirited as it had been on board. "Ah, she should be sleeping. All peaceful-like... It's time for me too..." The pirate spoke, crumpling down into a heap, clearly unstable, though it lay resting and seemed to be struggling, it wasn't so weak that it couldn't light it's smoke now that it was free from it's job and push it's hat over it's head to slumber.
Luna would be able to see Lucia resting not far from her tent, in a small bed of blankets and pillows. Dressed just as tastefully as ever, refined, enchanting, not at all like her real self. Of course there she wasn't alone either. By her side the grey skinned knight sat, not in armor but in silks to try and be a comforting force. Upon seeing Luna arrive though, Sylvanas knew her job as comfort was finally over. "She's been stressed lately. People have been excited about an event, she's been worried about the risks since she was asked to go." Sylvanas explained to Luna unaware if the girl might know what Lucia had been up to. The Knight wasn't privy to real world information or news. With a soft gesture though the knight beckoned for Luna to wake Lucia up herself.