Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Instead of granting the quip with a response, Thal keeps her eyes closed, determined to ignore the overly eager woman whose name doesn't go unnoticed. Soleil. At least now she can curse the name of the woman attempting to interrupt what was trying to be a relaxing moment. The blood pool is still working on easing the tension from her body, but she is tempted to cut the moment short to escape the ramblings of 'Soleil'. Especially as she fixates on Thal's Captain status.
Refusing to deign the questions with the dignity of her open eyes, Thal scoffs. "No." Her answer is short and curt, discouraging further questions about her profession, even as she thinks about the lull of the waves and the salty taste on her tongue. She can't imagine being unable to enjoy the caress of the ocean or feel the kiss of its breeze. Despite being an Ancient, the cold of the water isn't enough to keep her from its presence. It makes her wonder how someone could not traverse the world in the best way imaginable. Keeping her vision on the inside of her eyelids, she offers before she can think better of it, "If you come across The Marauder, I may be inclined to let you sail with us."
Refusing to deign the questions with the dignity of her open eyes, Thal scoffs. "No." Her answer is short and curt, discouraging further questions about her profession, even as she thinks about the lull of the waves and the salty taste on her tongue. She can't imagine being unable to enjoy the caress of the ocean or feel the kiss of its breeze. Despite being an Ancient, the cold of the water isn't enough to keep her from its presence. It makes her wonder how someone could not traverse the world in the best way imaginable. Keeping her vision on the inside of her eyelids, she offers before she can think better of it, "If you come across The Marauder, I may be inclined to let you sail with us."
Thalassa
