<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/IzKNJv3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong><strong>Jacqueline de Fronsac</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=307047.msg14944687#msg14944687)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Saloon<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Blue Walking Dress, Leather Boots and Gloves, Fancy Hat<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Misery loves company<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Danae, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jacqueline nodded at Danae as she assessed her heritage properly, the noble born woman's hair feeling thick and clumped, a strand or seven falling in front of her face as she did, necessitating her to pull it back with a beleaguered sigh, momentarily taking off her three-cornered hat, as she once again attempted to tie it back in a ponytail. She knew it would be a ruined clump of tangles the next morning but she was starting to care very little, it was not as though any of the other ladies on the ship were looking their best in this weather.<br/><br/>"I do not know the seas but from stories, but I know these mists." She said, in a tone that mixed matter-of-fact with somber acceptance in a way might have caused one to shiver if it weren't so damned hot. "They are worse in the forests, I think." She mused, remembering her many forays into her family's remote holdings. "When they grow thick and angry, not unlike this, me and my brothers would hide ourselves away in the lodge or hall if we were lucky enough to be near one, and keep the hearth low. When the mist is thin the light repels it, when it is thick it seeks to smother." She let her hand trail about in the air in front of her, tracing a finger through it, pointing out how thick it was.<br/><br/>"I do not know if it is different on the water. I suspect no." She said with an air of remarkable nonchalance for what she had just announced.<br/><br/>"As for what there is to fear," the woman shrugged, "again I can tell only stories, we always kept it at bay, my brothers and I." She paused as if she was about to mention an exception or two to this, then shut her mouth, deciding the better of it.<br/><br/>She took off her hat again, wiping her brow miserably before replacing it at the correctly pretty angle. "What of you, mlle Dragoon?" She asked. "Surely you must have faced such threats in your loyal service."