[ It's taken Roxy a little bit of time to adjust to the rules and the exceptions and the impossibilities of Eudio itself, but it helps that she's got an open mind, that she has friends here to keep her in check and tell her she's not off her head when she comes across something that wouldn't happen or exist in the world she comes from. It also helps that she's seen the impossible here with her own two eyes in the form of one Harry Hart - a man who should be dead, but isn't by whatever miracle (and she's glad for it).
A pirate seems far less impossible than a werewolf or a vampire or a half-angel, even if said pirate would have and should have died hundreds of years before she'd ever have the chance to meet him outside of Eudio. Or maybe she's just making an exception for him for the simple fact that he's kind and charming and admittedly handsome — it's difficult to tell.
Roxy follows him away from the bar, navigating her way around the pub's other patrons with relative ease and grace, and when they sit she accepts her drink from him with a subtle nod of thanks, her fingers fanned out under the cone of her glass. She tilts her head a little as he raises his glass and raises hers in turn, smiling a little at his toast and looking at him over their hands. ]
... I'll drink to that. Cheers.
[ She smirks, sips from her drink, and then sets it down on the table, her thumb and index lightly pinching the thin stem near the base, her other hand in her lap. She looks up, seems to study Cassidy quietly for a moment, her eyes following the glint of all of his jewelry, and then she wets her lips. ]
So - this isn't the first time you've been here. In the city, I mean - obviously not here. [ She pauses, tilts her head. ] How long were you here for last time?
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A pirate seems far less impossible than a werewolf or a vampire or a half-angel, even if said pirate would have and should have died hundreds of years before she'd ever have the chance to meet him outside of Eudio. Or maybe she's just making an exception for him for the simple fact that he's kind and charming and admittedly handsome — it's difficult to tell.
Roxy follows him away from the bar, navigating her way around the pub's other patrons with relative ease and grace, and when they sit she accepts her drink from him with a subtle nod of thanks, her fingers fanned out under the cone of her glass. She tilts her head a little as he raises his glass and raises hers in turn, smiling a little at his toast and looking at him over their hands. ]
... I'll drink to that. Cheers.
[ She smirks, sips from her drink, and then sets it down on the table, her thumb and index lightly pinching the thin stem near the base, her other hand in her lap. She looks up, seems to study Cassidy quietly for a moment, her eyes following the glint of all of his jewelry, and then she wets her lips. ]
So - this isn't the first time you've been here. In the city, I mean - obviously not here. [ She pauses, tilts her head. ] How long were you here for last time?