The Elder Spirit Rises

[sapphicfragment]

Another year has passed and I find myself on stranger tides as an old sun sets in Liberty. Oh Remy, matia mou, I had expected only to spend the day alone in the shop but your arrival off-shift was such a blessing my soul lit aflame and no refusal of a fair damsel's request to my abode could have doused it such a pity though- she had an angel's face

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[foundtheindies]

For a ship? Hmm...perhaps Melusine, for the figure of aquatic lore? A fitting name for a beautiful craft.