Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
As the liquor slid in front of her, Thal glanced to the side at the sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes immediately recognized the fiery red hair and mischievous grin, off put by the 'greeting' indicative of their limited familiarity. She ran her gaze over the relaxed figure striking out points on a list, curious about its contents but caring too little to ask. Instead, she nodded her head. "Hey." Then took a swig of her drink.
Their last meeting had been... interesting. Thal had still been gaining her footing as a captain and Melita had obviously not cared for any of her insecure posturing. But she'd grown significantly since then, and recent events gave her little reason to value the woman's opinion of her. Despite that, she had helped repair The Marauder, so she didn't immediately dismiss the conversation, making an attempt to be polite. "The port looks good as new." Considering last time it had been in shambles, debris coating the shoreline. Feeling that her obligation was about done, Thal took another drink of her whiskey, glancing at the other patrons with minimal interest.
Their last meeting had been... interesting. Thal had still been gaining her footing as a captain and Melita had obviously not cared for any of her insecure posturing. But she'd grown significantly since then, and recent events gave her little reason to value the woman's opinion of her. Despite that, she had helped repair The Marauder, so she didn't immediately dismiss the conversation, making an attempt to be polite. "The port looks good as new." Considering last time it had been in shambles, debris coating the shoreline. Feeling that her obligation was about done, Thal took another drink of her whiskey, glancing at the other patrons with minimal interest.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
