Thread: Lost Dragons ((Myself and Serin))

I envy you in that you are making your own path. Granted I am doing the same, to an extent. But I know that being from noble family of Asturia my loyalty is secured. I do primarily keep to myself as well, excluding the crew. I avoid my family as much as possible, which youll probably see once we dock in Asturia. I am sure that my mother will be there waiting to whisk me away and put me in a dress. Bridget made a sour face at this thought. Ill probably sneak out in a crate again... I do hope though with this new found peace things should be much easier for me and the crew to travel and trade, discovering long lost treasures. Thus why we are here in Fanelia. I am paying for this little adventure out of my own pocket because I want to see other nations and more people rise up to change the world. With Zaibach gone we have a chance at doing that finally. Sipping at her second ale now, she glanced over to Max as he mentioned Brawler leaving her alone with people. She couldnt help but chuckle and immediately nodded. He is rather particular about that. I dont know if my father made him promise to keep me unwed or what. She laughed a bit before staring at the glass in her hand. I am thankful though, he keeps my mothers attempts at marrying me off in a stand still. There was a bit of sorrow in her eyes. Like most women who were well to do in Asturia, it was highly probably that Bridgets mother was trying to marry her off into a wealthy family to keep their family wealth booming. Max could clearly see that an arranged marriage was not on the young womans agenda. I actually got the idea of living in a cabin from him. Before he started traveling with me on the ship, he had retired to a little cabin in the country. It was always so peaceful there when my father was still alive he would take me there to visit when my mother was away traveling. She gave Max a bright smile and finished off her second helping of ale. Perhaps youre someone he actually feels Ill be safe around. She said as she ran her finger around the rim of the glass, clearly in thought. The ale was clearly affecting her, her cheeks were pink and her eyes a bit glossy, but she still had firm control over herself. Her eyes were wandering a bit more and she caught herself staring at Max more than once. Realizing that she should probably retire for the night before she made a fool of herself, she slowly got out other chair and bowed her head to him. I think Im going to take advantage of this opportunity to sleep in a real bed, so I will see you in the morning. She winked at him before walking up the stairwell to the third floor of the inn, disappearing at the top of the stairs. Upon entering an empty room, Bridget removed her boots and collapsed on the moderately sized bed. Letting out a loud sigh, she rolled over and held a pillow, enjoying the freshly cleaned sheets. It had been quite some time since she slept in a nice bed, and she was thoroughly enjoying it. Removing her clothes, she lay in her undergarments staring up at the ceiling. She was wondering about Max, his past, the Guymelef, and why she couldnt keep her eyes off of him. Smacking her cheeks a few times, she rolled over and held a pillow close as she forced her thoughts to go silent, passing out where she lay.