Samson 'Still-Waters' WardPrimal Urge 1 | Hishu | Health (Uninjured) | Essence 10 of 10 | Willpower 4 of 4 | Harmony 7 | Defense 5 | Unarmed | Iron Stamina 3 | Active Gifts: None | Cunning 1, Glory 1, Purity 1 | Auspice: Rahu | Tribe: Iron Masters | Pack: Storm Chasers
Conditions: Resonant (Nimhur-Zela; Persistent) | Tilts: None
He made a pleased sounding noise in the back of his throat at Cersi's kiss, brushing his fingers against her forearm as she did so in a return gesture of affection. It felt good to have the pack near. He hadn't known them all for very long but it was already a good, well-suited kind of sensation when they were together. And as it always did, his mind drifted to thoughts of the Hunt before being pulled back to the moment.
"Would rather the whole ship not be pink." He clarified.
"But if you want a room for you and Cadence to be that color, fine by me."Cots would go on the "to get" list. Work was constant on the docks but most his extra funds had gone towards renovations within. Until he had another few weeks down, Samson was tapped out. He could always fabricate cots with wood but they wouldn't be as easily storable. Maybe he could liberate some old swing-up bunk racks from one of the older ships and install them here.
"This place is for us. Should feel like it belongs to us."