Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Laughing again, she dips her head 'respectfully' with a teasing grin. "I never had any doubts." Despite his prim and proper demeanor, and her initial reluctance to trust him, she'd never questioned his capabilities. If anything, she's gained more reasons to believe in his professional skills, although she'd love to see him fully in his element.
Thal lets out a low hum as she looks up at the ceiling, taking a large gulp of her bourbon while she considers his question. "Not really. We spent the first few weeks of the season scavenging some crash sites - idiots who thought sailing during LongNight was a brilliant idea." She scoffs out a laugh, flicking her tail at the pure stupidity of some people. Not that she's complaining. "Next on the agenda is a little 'test' I have in mind for Spook." The smile on her lips turns a little wicked, mischief glinting in her eyes. "He's been doing a great job learning to manage the docked ship without me present, but he's still having difficulties with giving the orders. It's hard to lead such a noisy group with such a soft voice." Or no voice. The First Mate is one of the quietest people she's ever met. He follows orders without question, and has proven himself more than competent, but if she wants to take a nap while they're out to sea, she doesn't know if she's going to wake up in the same ocean or not - or on a piece of driftwood. It's been his only flaw, and she's determined to beat it out of him.
"The plan is to have him navigate and lead the crew through the oceans while I fly above. Then I can intervene before they do too much damage, but they all know that failure isn't an option." Since she's already threatened bodily harm should they do so, especially if they damage a single speck of her ship.
Turning her gaze back to Asta, the tilts her head. "What about you? Anything interesting? Any fun plans?" With the quest out of the way, she wonders what the man might hope to do with his newfound freedom.
Thal lets out a low hum as she looks up at the ceiling, taking a large gulp of her bourbon while she considers his question. "Not really. We spent the first few weeks of the season scavenging some crash sites - idiots who thought sailing during LongNight was a brilliant idea." She scoffs out a laugh, flicking her tail at the pure stupidity of some people. Not that she's complaining. "Next on the agenda is a little 'test' I have in mind for Spook." The smile on her lips turns a little wicked, mischief glinting in her eyes. "He's been doing a great job learning to manage the docked ship without me present, but he's still having difficulties with giving the orders. It's hard to lead such a noisy group with such a soft voice." Or no voice. The First Mate is one of the quietest people she's ever met. He follows orders without question, and has proven himself more than competent, but if she wants to take a nap while they're out to sea, she doesn't know if she's going to wake up in the same ocean or not - or on a piece of driftwood. It's been his only flaw, and she's determined to beat it out of him.
"The plan is to have him navigate and lead the crew through the oceans while I fly above. Then I can intervene before they do too much damage, but they all know that failure isn't an option." Since she's already threatened bodily harm should they do so, especially if they damage a single speck of her ship.
Turning her gaze back to Asta, the tilts her head. "What about you? Anything interesting? Any fun plans?" With the quest out of the way, she wonders what the man might hope to do with his newfound freedom.
Thalassa
