Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal ventured through the jerry-rigged stalls of the vendors who were attempting to optimize the food stores that had survived the chaos. Most knew that the community would be in dire need of sustenance and took advantage of that by raising their prices. A few people prepared food specifically for the restoration workers. An even smaller group chose to use what little supplies they had to make a large pot of watered-down soup that could be bought with a smile and a "thank you." Although she admired the sentiment, Thal had little desire for dirty meat water. Her palate was too... refined for that. Many of the greedy shop owners had their eyes peeled for desperate riff-raff who might attempt to make off with their delectable goods. But Thal didn't look like a "desperate riff-raff." With her black cloak pulled up to hide her Ancient features, she glided through the throngs of people unnoticed. The chaos of the community allowed her to swipe a few piping hot meat pastries and a bushel of plump fruit. The coins in her pouch would probably have been enough, but free dinner was always better than dinner you had to pay for. Even better, if someone else paid for it.
Caught up in enjoying her evening meal, she strolled towards the water's edge, humming a sea shanty. Thal noticed a lone figure already occupying the area but was in too good of a mood to assert dominance over the location. Instead, she proceeded to pick a nearby tree to lean against as she shoved another bite into her mouth.
The sunset cast a purple glow on the horizon. Each color melted into the next. Purple. Pink. Orange. Yellow. The water below welcomed the array of colors, choosing to reflect the masterful art on its surface rather than the usual blue of its depths. It almost made her wish that she was back on its currents, going anywhere but here. For now, she would have to settle for her meat pastries, sea shanties, and sunset ocean views.
