finish up the bottle , then we’ll go. (Hamza!)
The taste of good wine was always pleasant on her tongue, the woman of silver and gold would continue to indulge like no other. It made her happy, it made her feel light from taste, and it was just a good time spent alas very short. All the better if the company was fun as well! The scheming Hamza (as she jokingly called him now) was fun enough to keep her mind occupied, letting her get drunk on the fun they were about to have. As much as she did not enjoy deep water, traveling with pirates and smugglers was just a art of the fun. It’s not like his crew or him will kick her off their ship to swim with the fishies.
As she waves at him while chugging down the red bloody wine like a sacrifice given to the goddess of death to gain color in her pale cheeks, Zarina sighs contentedly as she places the last glass down. With a sound of delight, the glass is moved away as maiden gets up to grab her coat to signal to Hamza how she was ready to depart for his or their business, whatever was going on. As long as she was entertained, it didn’t matter. The travel across the sea could grant her salvation to her eternal boredom and apathy, the smuggler was doing an absolutely wonderful job at keeping the neutral evil elemental intrigued. For now, at least.
Their contract spoke of entertainment, she’d accompany him on his adventures as long as her hunger for fun is satiated. As long as the ice queen is kept warm, away from apathy, she would be one to offer protection of the ice and frost. Some called her a witch, some called her a cursed soul, some called her death, some called her a goddess. It all depended on what people wanted to see if they were granted even a small glimpse of her powers. Hamza had gotten himself an ally for as long as the contract continues. If he dies, that silver tongue of his and his wanderlust won’t bring her to fun activities; thus, she’ll keep protecting him until there will be nothing to gain from this. She’ll squeeze every drop of life and excitement from this engagement. So selfish yet she was a woman of her word.
“Hurrying me up as if the attention of other pirates with envy and jealousy written all over their faces isn’t a fun thing to witness! It’s not my fault my appearance continues to intrigue men and women alike,” as she picks up the empty bottle, Sokolova memorizes the name before putting it down. Does her contractor not wish to linger here or does he simply get a call of another adventure? Ah, for her who will live until she’s killed, there is a desire to continue witnessing new things. For as long as she’s able. “Let’s go, my silver-tongued master, I’ll keep you safe from those pests.” A gloved hand is extended to the other, but the gleam of her golden eyes and the sound of her voice sounds all too good to be true for the privateer will know that this voice was what led so many to their fastly approaching death. Trusting such ethereal appearance of death was foolish... and Hamza was not a fool, Zarina knew it very well, but playing it up was always fun. “Ah, yes, we agreed that I don’t call you that in public. My apologies.” She wasn’t sorry at all, her sly smirk said so all too brightly.
