Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
It was with exasperated relief that Thal returned to her work in peace without the screeching of the snowball. Her humming passed the time as each stroke of black paint covered the imperfections caused by the damage. It was quite ironic that Melita had helped her repair the ship and now another woman was helping her fix the image. They worked similarly, without talking or otherwise communicating. Although she didn't feel nearly as bull-headed with this one. It was more of a tense, almost companionable cooperation.
When her painting was done, Thal stepped back to admire the sleek black coat. The variation in wood was still noticeable up close despite the cohesive coloring. However, it seemed to give The Marauder some character and a small smile came to her face. A gentle hand was laid on the hull in quiet appreciation for the beauty and resilience of what she considered to be her home. Even when the world was literally falling around her, this ship had kept her safe.
Her offered bargain had been taken well, with one bauble bouncing in play around Mittens. It had been worth it. It was almost cute. The rest of the baubles helped to lighten the dark exterior in a more light-hearted manner and Thal looked to the woman. "Thank you." Her mouth had difficulty saying the words, but they were audible nonetheless. She wouldn't say that the woman hadn't needed to help or comment on the true depth of appreciation she felt. If they had left, Thal would have spent all day working alone, in complete silence. Her dark thoughts would have probably consumed her. Instead, the cycle had been broken before it started, with a screeching interruption.
Not sure how to thank the woman without appearing soft, Thal shoved out her hand in official greeting. "I'm Thalassa, Captain of this ship."
When her painting was done, Thal stepped back to admire the sleek black coat. The variation in wood was still noticeable up close despite the cohesive coloring. However, it seemed to give The Marauder some character and a small smile came to her face. A gentle hand was laid on the hull in quiet appreciation for the beauty and resilience of what she considered to be her home. Even when the world was literally falling around her, this ship had kept her safe.
Her offered bargain had been taken well, with one bauble bouncing in play around Mittens. It had been worth it. It was almost cute. The rest of the baubles helped to lighten the dark exterior in a more light-hearted manner and Thal looked to the woman. "Thank you." Her mouth had difficulty saying the words, but they were audible nonetheless. She wouldn't say that the woman hadn't needed to help or comment on the true depth of appreciation she felt. If they had left, Thal would have spent all day working alone, in complete silence. Her dark thoughts would have probably consumed her. Instead, the cycle had been broken before it started, with a screeching interruption.
Not sure how to thank the woman without appearing soft, Thal shoved out her hand in official greeting. "I'm Thalassa, Captain of this ship."
Thalassa
