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- Posted: Thu, 27 Jun 2013 04:46:32 +0000
It wasn't an ocean breeze passing through the door, but if an artist could put to paper the smell and the feel, it would look like her.
Kat passed through the door of the Golden Rose and... immediately looked for the ice cream shop?
Yes, yes she did. She hadn't had any sort of ice cream for a long time, though she loved it. There just isn't much storage space in the ice box of her "ship." Not much of a ship though. Just a modest sailboat with only enough room to house two people. And the icebox. And necessary supplies.
It had been a few weeks since she and her partner were last on land. She wanted to go a few weeks longer, but they needed to restock. On supplies as well as money. At sea, she is a nomad. On land, her partner finds temporary jobs while she sells what she refers to as treasures.
Kat wasn't thinking about that, though. She was thinking of how pissed she was that her damned, yet beloved, partner finished their ice cream so early in the journey. Of course, it was partially her fault as well, as she had suggested that he lick it from -
She stopped that thought before it could get dirty. Shoving a stray short brown curl from her face (what a traitor her hair could be) she spotted and made her way to the ice cream shop and looked at the menu. "So many choices," she whispered, her blue eyes going wide.
((Hi all. I haven't RPed in a while, so I might be a bit rusty. Please bear with me!))