How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Senses were a strange thing as a spirit. She had no body to gather input and yet some how she could see, hear and smell as if she was still alive. Her ghostly ears twitched as she caught the sound of movement and the clink of bottles outside her barrel. She grinned. Excellent! Her head popped up through the barrel lid. "Boo!" She yelled, finding the source of the noise to be Sparrow. Pyr's grin widened. "Hello, my dear. I hope my, ever so untimely, passing has not lead you to over indulgence." She chuckled, clearly joking on both fronts. She'd outlived every family member she was aware of and far longer than any expected her to. As for overindulgence. What good pirate, who was not a Virtue, wouldn't partake in ndulgence now and then?