Thalassa
You could do anything,
if you only dared.
if you only dared.
Repairing the Rum Fountain wasn't high on her list of preferred activities, but rum was. So when the request had come, she'd hesitantly agreed to assist, certain that there would be plenty of rum in the end. With the goal in mind, Thal crossed the port, her thick black cloak pulled up over her head to avoid any obligatory socializing. The dark curtain of hair and loud click of her heeled boots added more discouragement to approach her. However, when she reached the rubble of the fountain, Thal allowed the hood to fall away in order to acknowledge Hadama - at least that's who she assumed the massive man with the crown was. She'd never actually met him before undertaking the current mission.
Simultaneously, she noticed that Maea was already there, putting her world-saving fixation to good use. Although they hadn't spoken since the Barrows, Thal tried to be civil, giving her a curt nod of greeting. "Maea." It wasn't exactly 'friendly,' but there was no animosity.
Turning back to Hadama, she waited for him to direct her. Although she routinely gave orders, she didn't often take them. The problem was that she had no idea how to fix this thing. Her only option was to follow his lead.
Thalassa possesses two daggers, her sword, and her usual broody attitude.
Simultaneously, she noticed that Maea was already there, putting her world-saving fixation to good use. Although they hadn't spoken since the Barrows, Thal tried to be civil, giving her a curt nod of greeting. "Maea." It wasn't exactly 'friendly,' but there was no animosity.
Turning back to Hadama, she waited for him to direct her. Although she routinely gave orders, she didn't often take them. The problem was that she had no idea how to fix this thing. Her only option was to follow his lead.
Thalassa possesses two daggers, her sword, and her usual broody attitude.
And deep down, you know it too.
That’s what scares you most.
That’s what scares you most.
