Post by Jess on May 24, 2023 15:44:34 GMT -5
Teeheehee, this looks like fun~?
Mimi Monroe
I can't believe it…! Emerald eyes seeming to be flooded with effulgence, Mimi Monroe could hardly believe what she saw before her as she took in the hustle and bustle of the settlement which most had come to know as 'Port Spoyále', or perhaps more accurately almost struggled to count her blessings in finding it.
Look at this place~? All her days waiting with those stories from her father and now finding it right in front of her, it was hard to believe that she was standing before the ramshackle shantytown where folk seemed to stumble about in drunkenness which almost made them blind, while others appeared to be relishing the opportunity to trade blows and blades in some manner of physical contest. And all that was without even mentioning the stuff that was less decent for a lady to linger upon.
"Are you sure this is the island you wanted to come to, Miss?
I can't help but worry about a girl like you in a place like this?"
I can't help but worry about a girl like you in a place like this?"
A figure at her side seeming to be more reserved and fearful of what they saw occurring, a man with a permanent shadow of stubble and bandanna wrapped around his hat seemed to look between the girl with that practically glowing green gaze and the pretty dress she sported, and had to comment on the contrast between the venue and the vixen as well as the concern which such a clash seemed to raise. A valid point really, since she did seem rather out of place, no~?
“Oh there's no need to worry…” Perhaps this the opinion of most but certainly not that of our plucky and perhaps currently somewhat enamoured young heroine, she barely seemed to flinch at the caution which she was offered by the captain of the craft which had brought her here, and instead continued to marvel at the raucousness which continued before her.
“These kinda places are in my blood~?” All the while her excitement seeming to bloom and further and the fair femme feeling a sense of connection with the place already, she could hear the words of her father ringing through her ears with stories of this place all the while, and as such couldn't wait to join in on the fun as well. And that was without even mentioning why she had elected to visit either…
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