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[foundtheindies]

 Who: Afonso and Abby
Where: The Alexandrina
When: Some time in the recent past. (The last time the Alexandrina docked.)
What: Sometimes you think you have secrets, and then sometimes you have an Irish woman as your bro who can get them right out of you. 

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[seanfhocail]

Abigael rarely actually came onto the Alexandria. She didn't like flying or heights or any such nonsense and thought much better with both of her feet firmly on the ground. Arthur, who usually did better in the air, aws still kind enough to come down and greet her during their meetings.

However, once finished, her brother found himself in an argument with Dewi over the efficiency of the weaponry the inventor was providing and Abigael had picked up the skirts and started up the gangway, her boots clicking on he wood as she took a hesitatnt step onto the deck.

It wasn't long until she spotted just the man she was looking for. Offering a pretty smile, she dropped her skirts, walking towards him, one of his journals tucked against her side.

"It's a beautiful night," she said, leaning against the edge of the ship. "Sometimes I found what it'd be like ta fly with tha rest of ye, but I think I'd miss having me own feet on the ground."

[foundtheindies]

Startled out of his thoughts by the pretty woman, Afonso gave her a confused smile; however, it quickly turned to a bright one. It had been quite a while since they'd stopped down to exchange information with Abigael, and this was the first time Afonso had ever seen her on the ship; he turned his full attention towards her and leaned over to kiss either of her cheeks in greeting. "Senhora Abigael! It's wonderful to see you! You look as if you've grown at least ten times prettier since the last time we met; how have you been?"

He had yet to see the journal, which was probably a good thing--for now, his thoughts were fully focused on the sight of an old friend.

[seanfhocail]

"Such a charmer." The woman replied, smiling back at him softly, moving the journal to the front of her dress, still holding it as if it were an afterthought when really it was picking at her mind nearly constantly. All those times she'd thought he was flirting...

Pushing the thoughts back, she brushed some of her hair back over her shoulder. "I've been fine, really. Tendin' to things on this end- makin' sure ye aren't gettin' inta too much trouble." Her finger twisted into her hair. "Ah- ye know. Worryin' about the crew and- Arthur."

[foundtheindies]

Afonso chuckled a little and leaned against the railing again, responding, "I don't blame you! It always seems we're up to something dangerous." Half of the time those things were his fault. Brushing that thought aside, Afonso glanced down at Abigael and back up, his eyes suddenly catching on the journal.

Staring at it for a moment, Afonso tried to think. That mostly just had his star charts, his navigational logs...

And that poem he'd written in English.

...All of the ones he'd written in English. Blanching noticeably, Afonso pointed down at it. "Ah--d-did you find everything you needed?" Maybe she didn't notice.