Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Annoyed with not being able to access the bodies, she lets out a heavy huff of breath. "Hm. For now." The threat lingers, although her smirk slowly appears, encouraged by the slight return of his sarcasm. It's much more him than the nervous, melancholy mood that the gore crows seem to bring out in him.
Which sounds extremely ironic considering how Danta can seemingly do both. She shakes her head, stunned that the men who were playfully bantering during their hunt had ever been at the point of killing each other, although she supposes her own assault on the Maverick is a close comparison. The thought makes her lips tilt in a smile, turning somewhat disbelieving at the astounding struggles the two of them must face. Part of her wants to know what he means by 'dangerous,' but there's a lot more to discuss, so she settles for a sympathetic nod of her head. "That sounds... complicated." To be scared of the person he's supposed to be closest to. At least Dygra has offered her assistance.
She considers all the aspects of his quest, thinking about how he might approach it all. Tucking a strand of hair behind her horn, she lets out a low hum. "Well, I don't have a gore crow shift, but I'd assume it'd be easier to get feathers from someone you know." That way he knows that it won't attack him. That would probably mean either Danta or Maea, although she gets the feeling that Maea might be a sore topic.
Tilting her head, she continues to the other tasks. "I can help with the training or camping out." In fact, Thal doesn't think they've ever trained together, and she likes the idea quite a bit, a fanged grin spreading across her face. "I'd also gladly kill one for you to feast on." Even if he wants to stay out of sight while she does so.
Which sounds extremely ironic considering how Danta can seemingly do both. She shakes her head, stunned that the men who were playfully bantering during their hunt had ever been at the point of killing each other, although she supposes her own assault on the Maverick is a close comparison. The thought makes her lips tilt in a smile, turning somewhat disbelieving at the astounding struggles the two of them must face. Part of her wants to know what he means by 'dangerous,' but there's a lot more to discuss, so she settles for a sympathetic nod of her head. "That sounds... complicated." To be scared of the person he's supposed to be closest to. At least Dygra has offered her assistance.
She considers all the aspects of his quest, thinking about how he might approach it all. Tucking a strand of hair behind her horn, she lets out a low hum. "Well, I don't have a gore crow shift, but I'd assume it'd be easier to get feathers from someone you know." That way he knows that it won't attack him. That would probably mean either Danta or Maea, although she gets the feeling that Maea might be a sore topic.
Tilting her head, she continues to the other tasks. "I can help with the training or camping out." In fact, Thal doesn't think they've ever trained together, and she likes the idea quite a bit, a fanged grin spreading across her face. "I'd also gladly kill one for you to feast on." Even if he wants to stay out of sight while she does so.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
