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"The pirates?" she chuckled and raised an eyebrow. Pirates and vikings in Boreas? Oh my. She wasn't sure she had it in her at the moment to fend off another raiding party, but it seemed like the pirates Sparrow spoke of lived blissfully somewhere in the past. Good. Please stay that way... or at least stay away from here. Maybe she'd just force Sparrow to be her friend and hope some kind of piratey protection might be extended to her and Abaven. "I don't know much - just that they're a bit stuck up when you first come across them. Definite god complex, although I didn't hear anything about baby eating..." Thalia didn't mention anything about that. But would she? Somehow it just didn't track. "But they're loyal. If you know them well enough. And most of them are are, uh, supernaturally attractive - so maybe there is something to all that god stuff," she grinned cheekily. Could she be raunchy? It didn't quite feel right, but part of her wanted to impress Sparrow. Besides, it was true! Eligos, Felicity, her Thalia - they were a handsome family.

Good. Old as fuck. She sputtered a laugh, her short tail wagging in good humor. "Oh jeez. You'd think at some point, the parts just kind of stop working," Theory giggled, thinking of her own very young siblings. Rhyme wasn't getting any younger but each season that passed in Samara's company seemed to keep him eternally youthful. She supposed it was only a matter of time until more little ones scurried about, especially with their first litter about to hit their majority.