So she wasn't that polite. Tal's scowl lightened a bit as the girl - young woman? - yelled back at the sailor, but her resemblance to someone he'd once embarrassed himself in front of was--
Well, it wasn't that similar, now that he was looking closer. The curly red hair, sure, but the face - the eyes - weren't so familiar after all. He exhaled slowly and gave a noncommittal shrug at her questions. "Mebbe," he agreed cautiously. "She's gettin' ready t'make the run t'the Hollowed Grounds, an' her hold is usually pretty full on that leg. Kline doesn't like chocolates much, but there're some wines I've seen her drink..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck one more time before letting his hand fall to his side. Her sudden introduction prodded his own lacking manners and he winced before sticking his hand out.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Tal. Talyson Seawright, courier an' captain o' the Peregrine." He straightened up and nodded to the berth that was mostly hidden behind the larger vessel. The prow of a much smaller ship peeked out from behind the taller hull like an overshadowed younger sibling; a stylized bird in flight with backswept wings was just visible, ornamenting the wood. "Which way are y'headed?"
Well, it wasn't that similar, now that he was looking closer. The curly red hair, sure, but the face - the eyes - weren't so familiar after all. He exhaled slowly and gave a noncommittal shrug at her questions. "Mebbe," he agreed cautiously. "She's gettin' ready t'make the run t'the Hollowed Grounds, an' her hold is usually pretty full on that leg. Kline doesn't like chocolates much, but there're some wines I've seen her drink..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck one more time before letting his hand fall to his side. Her sudden introduction prodded his own lacking manners and he winced before sticking his hand out.
"Oh! Sorry, I'm Tal. Talyson Seawright, courier an' captain o' the Peregrine." He straightened up and nodded to the berth that was mostly hidden behind the larger vessel. The prow of a much smaller ship peeked out from behind the taller hull like an overshadowed younger sibling; a stylized bird in flight with backswept wings was just visible, ornamenting the wood. "Which way are y'headed?"
