Hmph.

[tiaxdalma]

Not a cruise ship to the arctic!

Play merry hell on my quarters, will you? Not stand for this! Too much happen these past days. Damn you, Jack Sparrow.

Oil of dragon and eye of the cursed man burn and stand, burn and stand for the end of this day. Be gone, cold grip of nature. Wonder if the Dutchmen be stuck in a frozen sea under sealevel.Bugger

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[one_of_heaven]

Tisk-tisk. In a bit of a muddle, are you? Do watch out for the cold, little one...frost can have such a fierce bite on a fascinatingly frail body.

[tiaxdalma]

Concern I have for you, boy. Your face seems it not be taking to the weather. Those be wrinkles?

[one_of_heaven]

...that be rotting, woman. Perhaps you need touch it and make it your own.

Have you met my pet? You'd so fancy him...

[ ooc : awww, now he's pouting.]

[tiaxdalma]

Such threats! Your creativity be waning with your beauty! Run, hurry, for some potion for your skin, before it dry and fall away like your soul. The outside catch up with the inside eventually, you know.