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

Sparrow didn't seem entirely convinced, saying Pyralis said exactly what a hallucination would say. She laughed. Oh, this was kind of fun. She didn't mind being a hallucination. She could play that role. "Fine, fine, you got me. I'm a hallucination. Here to tell you to throw a big party and go get yourself laid." She winked at Sparrow. As flattered as she was that there were wolves around that would morn her she wanted to see the pirates, and their leader, carry on having a good time raiding, pillaging and being the derelicts that Boreas and Auster deserved.

Her ears flicked forward as Sparrow mentioned that they'd burnt her body. "Well, that's the way I'd want my body to go and no, I don't think that's it. Did you see any of those weird statues this past autumn? I wonder if I've been given a little extra time. Not that I know quite what to do with it beyond a little haunting of my murderer and teasing the pups."