Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
The approach of LongNight had been swift and unwelcome. Her crew had been preparing, debating on which port to whole up in for the week. Their 'business' often suffered when so few others dared to traverse the seas in the perpetual darkness. Instead, they used the time to relax and refresh from a year of hard work. So after much deliberation, they had agreed on the Hollowed Grounds for their temporary refuge. Its abundance of activities and added protection of the Inner Quarter had overwhelmed the temptation of the more familiar Torchline docks. The Marauder now bobbed in Jack Tar Landing, waiting for the sun to rise once more.
So with her schedule now wide open, Thal was anxious to find something to occupy her time. And the Dusklight had quite the reputation for 'entertainment.'
Pulling her thick hood down from her head, she glanced around the boisterous bar atmosphere. Apparently, many others had the similar idea to either pass the time completely inebriated or with intimate company. Thal grinned at the activity, excited to join in. The warmth of fire and bodies allowed her to comfortably remove her cloak and reveal the skin-tight leather attire beneath. A few heads turned to inspect the weapons sheathed against her second skin and the size of her other assets as she stalked towards the bar, swinging her hips confidently at the expected attention.
Leaning against the counter, she tucked a strand of curling dark hair behind her horn. After a wink to a particularly attractive man, she turned to the bartender to order a drink, only to be greeted by a familiar white-haired woman. Thal flashed her fangs in pleasant surprise. "Maea. What a coincidence."
So with her schedule now wide open, Thal was anxious to find something to occupy her time. And the Dusklight had quite the reputation for 'entertainment.'
Pulling her thick hood down from her head, she glanced around the boisterous bar atmosphere. Apparently, many others had the similar idea to either pass the time completely inebriated or with intimate company. Thal grinned at the activity, excited to join in. The warmth of fire and bodies allowed her to comfortably remove her cloak and reveal the skin-tight leather attire beneath. A few heads turned to inspect the weapons sheathed against her second skin and the size of her other assets as she stalked towards the bar, swinging her hips confidently at the expected attention.
Leaning against the counter, she tucked a strand of curling dark hair behind her horn. After a wink to a particularly attractive man, she turned to the bartender to order a drink, only to be greeted by a familiar white-haired woman. Thal flashed her fangs in pleasant surprise. "Maea. What a coincidence."
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
