The knock on her door told her that Maea had arrived, sending an extra heartbeat through her chest. She glanced up from the map she'd been studying to stare at the wood that stood between her and her guest. Despite all the time she'd known the Ancient was coming, she still hadn't decided how she felt to see her again. They hadn't left on the best terms, but there was still a budding hope that things might be better this time; she just had to see effort.
Sighing, she pushed off the table to stand, shifting the map off to the side. Thal made her way to the door, hesitating for only a second before opening the door. Her expression was a welcoming smile with an undercurrent of apprehension, nerves making it tight. "Come on in." Her hand gestured for Maea to enter the apartment.
When she did, she'd see a studio setup, consisting of a small kitchen, table and chairs, two plush chairs facings a lit fireplace, and a moderate bed in the corner. In some ways it resembled her quarters on the ship, maps and various nautical items adorning the tight space. The lamps were dim but warm, lighting the wood accents that felt like the hull of The Marauder. Only the kitchen felt new, something she'd never really used before now. For the moment, it held her plethora of liquor bottles and various preserved foods. With time, she might experiment with more than heating meat. For now, an assortment of crackers and curated meats sat across the table, an offering for her expected guest.
Sighing, she pushed off the table to stand, shifting the map off to the side. Thal made her way to the door, hesitating for only a second before opening the door. Her expression was a welcoming smile with an undercurrent of apprehension, nerves making it tight. "Come on in." Her hand gestured for Maea to enter the apartment.
When she did, she'd see a studio setup, consisting of a small kitchen, table and chairs, two plush chairs facings a lit fireplace, and a moderate bed in the corner. In some ways it resembled her quarters on the ship, maps and various nautical items adorning the tight space. The lamps were dim but warm, lighting the wood accents that felt like the hull of The Marauder. Only the kitchen felt new, something she'd never really used before now. For the moment, it held her plethora of liquor bottles and various preserved foods. With time, she might experiment with more than heating meat. For now, an assortment of crackers and curated meats sat across the table, an offering for her expected guest.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
