Silvertip Mountain Traveling alone

Dashing.  The word crossed her mind almost automatically as he spoke, ending in a flourish of movement that was awkward but endearing.  Here was a bloke with no trouble with the ladies, and likely he knew this well.  She shoved the word in the dirt and cocked an eyebrow, as though appraising his show.

"I suppose that'll earn you a name, though I'll need one back." She said.  "Give n take n all that."  Though we pirates only do that when we wish, don't we? she thought silently, tail sweeping slowly behind her.  "Rosalyn.  Roz to friends, those that'll claim me."