Ocean's Breath Plateau nocturne in c-sharp minor, b. 49

The pale pirate listened to her explanation for the name that had been given to her and he frowned thoughtfully, peering intently at her features. The two-toned color of his gaze was intense as he looked into her own optics, studying them for a reason why the moniker 'Maha' would have been offered. The expression on his features stayed stern, but not unpleasant, while he racked his mind for a motivation behind her calling. Nothing came to him, no matter his intensity, and so he released a lung full of air and pulled himself back some ways before canting his head a bit to the left.

“Oi then, missy... I don't get it. Wot say ye tell me the reason? Wot's Maha got to do wit yer eyes?” the pirate inquired with a slight wag of his tail. He wondered if she hailed form a land with another tongue; he'd come across quite a few of them in his travels with Sandpiper. It seemed that they all had their way of making sense, but he didn't grasp this one and was interested to learn.