Rhiannon
The woman huffed and rolled her eyes, and as she stormed off to find said horseshoe, Rhiannon shrugged to herself. She wasn't familiar with Torchline as a whole, much less Kaiholo Port specifically, and it had showed in her non-answer. Not that she was particularly bothered either way. Clearly, the woman knew enough to know where to find one herself - which begged the question: why had she asked Rhiannon to begin with?
Still, her brusque invitation intrigued Rhiannon enough that the soldier lingered, waiting patiently for Thalassa to return. It didn't take long before the captain reappeared, presumably having found what she'd been looking for. Rhi followed her up the gangplank with a look of mild interest. Her gaze roved over the ship; as far as she could tell, it was well-built and maintained perfectly. "I'm Rhiannon, by the way," she offered belatedly. "How can I help?"
Still, her brusque invitation intrigued Rhiannon enough that the soldier lingered, waiting patiently for Thalassa to return. It didn't take long before the captain reappeared, presumably having found what she'd been looking for. Rhi followed her up the gangplank with a look of mild interest. Her gaze roved over the ship; as far as she could tell, it was well-built and maintained perfectly. "I'm Rhiannon, by the way," she offered belatedly. "How can I help?"
lately I've been dressing for revenge
