Soleil
Let's sleep and rise by the sound of birdsong
Until the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away
Curtness is expected now, so it slides off her back like water on a duck because she’s still getting an answer. A line of tension in her shoulders snaps at the denial - Thalassa may be a grump, but she doesn’t deserve that kind of daily trepidation while chasing her dreams - and Soleil’s head ragdolls back to pillow her cheek on her own shoulder. Until the world slows down and the sunbeams fade away
All the better to watch Thalassa, who thankfully can’t see her staring given the captain has closed her eyes. Soleil’s beaming grin would likely only irritate her more so it’s for the best.
“That’s an amazing name, Halo only has fishing boats with old family names.” It also hints at Thalassa being a very particular kind of captain, but Soleil - for all her sunshine and rainbows - doesn’t really give two shits about that kind of stuff. “I can’t promise I’ll be any good at earning my keep, but I’ll do all the worst tasks so you can get your revenge for me ruining your spa day.” Soleil believes in pulling her weight given her rather nomadic lifestyle anyway. Imposing herself upon a tight-knit crew for however many hours or days a chartered course might last? Yeah, Soleil won’t complain about mopping floors or dumping waste buckets. At least not out loud.
