Rosalyn was chewing heartily on a piece of driftwood near the border on shore when Dubloon arrived. The salty taste of the ocean-cured wood was extremely pleasant, and there wasn't a whole lot else to do at that very moment.
She heard the noise the wolf made when they came sliding down, and her head snapped around. From her vantage, she couldn't see what it was, but with a silent regretful look at her treasure, she quickly remedied that with a loping trot around.
It was a wolf, covered in debris, but seemingly unbothered. Instantly her bearing shifted to teasing enthusiasm, and she jauntily stepped over. "
Didn't realize the sand around here was so aggressive. Guess I can sleep easier knowin the dunes got my borders covered."
im assuming he'll be accepted unless you think he's gonna do something wild, so if you want, feel free to jump in the pack meeting <3
"Just a bit." She said, remembering her own recent reaction to being back on the strand fondly. She too had immediately flopped to the sand, though her exhaustion had given her a bit less gusto to do so with.
Erzulie approaches and stood silently beside, and Rosalyn cast her a warm look before turning back to continue. Despite the friendly nature of this meeting so far, it was always nice to have a friend at your back, and even moreso her company.
"My name's Rosalyn, Captain of the crew makin their home near here. You lookin to sign on near the coast?" He seemed like he'd be a fit if he was, and with the loss of a few to chase Smokestep's ghost, they could use a couple new bodies.
His tone and levity rubbed Rosalyn the wrong way also, but only in that deep corner of her mind that would never get past that particular male mindset. She had a lot of pride, but luckily for this wolf, that pride didn't depend on how he saw her one whit. So she simply shook her head, smiling good naturedly at the jest. He'd either show respect or he wouldn't, but if he was willin to join, likely he'd adjust. They usually did.
"I dunno that we need ya bad enough to persuade," she responded, still smiling. But her gaze gained a slight piercing quality as she sized him up. "Got myself plenty of strength already." She cast a look to Erzulie, grateful for her words and definitely counting her among it. Not a strong man perhaps, but sometimes they were strong where men couldn't be. "But if yer lookin for a home, and willin to follow my word, then you'd be welcome."
skippin Erzulie for the moment if that's not ok def pm me <3
His type was common to the beaches they roamed; brash, friendly, too quick with an opinion at times but honest and generally, harmless. To those they liked, that is. She enjoyed them; when they gave loyalty they tended to give it well, and when they had something they actually wanted to defend they coveted it fiercely. Pirates were the best of them once won; the problem was winning them.
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I'll agree with you there," she said, a few faces coming to mind unbidden. "
Her name's Ironsea, and she stretches from here to the other end of that cove." She looked back along the beach fondly. "
This here's Erzulie, Quartermaster. She helps me keep an eye on you lot, make sure everyone's fit n happy n keepin out of trouble." Rosalyn could take a mite of disrespect towards her own rank, because she enjoyed the banter and challenge of changin minds. She found, though, she'd have a harder time stomaching any shown to her seconds. Hopefully there wouldn't be a problem.
erz can be skipped from here on out <3 sorry so so sorry
her words were not needed; it was important to erzulie that rosalyn handle the joiner, as captain this time. yet at the reference to her, the harlot cocked a hip and angled herself toward the other woman. "an' i be havin' my own ways of dealin' wid troublemakers," she intoned with a graveness neither imagined nor real; it was up to dubloon to decide if she was serious.
Im gonna wrap this if that's ok! Since Dubloon isn't around anymore (well, active but departed lol)
Rosalyn nodded as Erzulie said her piece, short and to the point, though her eyes were on the other's reaction. He seemed amiable enough, despite two "ladies" holding the helm of this ship. Well, Rosalyn didn't mind a little skepticism... it kept her honest, and a crew had rights to doubt its captain till they were proven.
She indicated he should follow, aiming to show him around and introduce him to some of the crew. As they did she would chat, friendly banter, trying to get more of a read on what sort of wolf he was and how he came to be here.