Pity Party (Party and Races!)

Pyralis was living her best life laying in the sun, drinking rum, and starting unnecessarily large fires. When the fires were, mostly, safely expunged she would spend her time sleeping. Alkali had informed her of Sparrow's return but it was evident immediately the pirate king had not gotten her desired results for she seemed intent on keeping to herself. Pyralis wasn't a mother hen so she gave the woman space as she continued to work on her fires.

Soon, it was time to show what the seemingly lazy, old woman had been up to. When Sparrow called for a party to start Pyralis was ready. She slipped into the harness and headed out towards the woods. When she arrived it was to see Sparrow and a woman that smelt distinctly of Abaven. "Spaarrooooow…. I bring you… fire!" She cackled and gestured to the large bonfire she'd been hauling on a flatbed cart with round-ish wooden wheels. Pieces of slate lined the bed of the cart on which logs and kindling were artfully stacked and set ablaze.

Pyralis slipped out of her harness and flopped down on a nearby pelt. "Soooo… I don't see the kisser. I'm guessing you either lost or she dumped you and considering we aren't riding into battle to rescue fair maiden I'm gonna guess the later." She pulled a bottle of rum from her bag and rolled it toward Sparrow. "What's that old saying, there are other fish in the sea?" Pyralis grabbed a bottle of merlot herself, removing the cork with her teeth.