Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Thal assessed the taller woman with scrutinizing eyes and watched her reel in the snowball, who obviously didn't want to comply. She seemed to barely be holding it together and based on the woman's exasperated sigh, this was a common issue. Thal's anger dissipated slightly in sympathy - before she noticed that the baubles were now strewn haphazardly around the railing of the ship's deck. With narrowed eyes, she looked back to the woman, who was now attempting a sneaky retreat. Pointing accusingly at the mess, she said, "Hey! What are you going to do about that? Do you know how long it took me to get those on right?"
In truth, it hadn't taken her as long as she made it sound, but with the crew enjoying themselves, Thal was the only one here. At this rate, if she had to go back and fix them, she wouldn't be able to finish decorating before the sun set. So the frustration in her own voice was as real as the exhaustion in her eyes.
With an angry grumble, she sat back on the pier to continue running the paintbrush across the wood, trying to hide the imperfections of the damaged sections.
In truth, it hadn't taken her as long as she made it sound, but with the crew enjoying themselves, Thal was the only one here. At this rate, if she had to go back and fix them, she wouldn't be able to finish decorating before the sun set. So the frustration in her own voice was as real as the exhaustion in her eyes.
With an angry grumble, she sat back on the pier to continue running the paintbrush across the wood, trying to hide the imperfections of the damaged sections.
Thalassa
