Silvertip Mountain Traveling alone

The pirate thrust his ears forward as she tasted his name on her tongue. He liked the way it sounded there, but he enjoyed the way his birth-given nickname had sounded on any tongue. While she took a moment to share with him that she could have offered any sort of nickname without him knowing any better. Smokestep chuckled at this, but wasn't sure that his reasons were all too great. Skellige had granted his own boy the nickname out of a burning fear that he had felt upon seeing him; there was nothing more than the hatred that his father felt for Ksenia that had granted Kingfisher his epithet.

“Say, ye could have a different nickname if ye joined me crew,” he remarked with a suggestive look. His mismatched gaze sought her golden optics for a fleeting moment while he waited for a signs of a response from the dark-furred woman.