Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Thal wouldn't admit that she was relieved to hear the woman say she would help, but her shoulders visibly relaxed. That is until the screeching began anew. With a tense grimace, she glared at the snowball. "Mittens, was it? If I give you one bauble, will you stop screaming at me?" It was both a negotiation and a begging plea for silence as she offered up the small shiny orb. The surface glittered in the sunlight, casting a rainbow of colors across her hand.
Turning back to the painting, she grumbled something that may have resembled a thanks to the woman. She let the methodical paint strokes pull the tension from her shoulders and clear her mind. As she settled into a comfortable rhythm, similar to the rocking of the waves, the world seemed to fade away along with her anxieties. Unconsciously, a small hum started in the back of her throat. The lilting tune reminded her of light-hearted nights amongst the rowdy crew, laughing at embarrassing memories and inside jokes. A festive song for the festive season.
Turning back to the painting, she grumbled something that may have resembled a thanks to the woman. She let the methodical paint strokes pull the tension from her shoulders and clear her mind. As she settled into a comfortable rhythm, similar to the rocking of the waves, the world seemed to fade away along with her anxieties. Unconsciously, a small hum started in the back of her throat. The lilting tune reminded her of light-hearted nights amongst the rowdy crew, laughing at embarrassing memories and inside jokes. A festive song for the festive season.
Thalassa
