Thalassa
They created the monster
After a short break on the deck of the ship, Thal waved for Maea to join her in the sky again. They were approaching the Brizo Sea and she didn't want to distract or influence the progress of the crew. So far, things had gone well, no signs of trouble through the easier oceans, however, things would start to pick up in the coming days. The Brizo Sea was full of storms and churning waters that weren't friendly, even to the most skilled of sailors. Luckily, they'd spent the last few seasons traveling between Torchline and the Hollowed Grounds, so if they screwed up now, she'd never let them hear the end of it.
Shifting again, Thal rose to the sky, quickly placing herself above the range of some darkening clouds. It looked like they might have their first storm fast approaching. She wasn't sure how she and Maea would do amongst the stormy atmosphere, but she was willing to give it a try until things got tough, then perhaps land back aboard the ship, tucking out of the way while they weathered it out. The low grumble of her throat said as much when she looked to the Ancient, letting her be the decider on when they descended.
Shifting again, Thal rose to the sky, quickly placing herself above the range of some darkening clouds. It looked like they might have their first storm fast approaching. She wasn't sure how she and Maea would do amongst the stormy atmosphere, but she was willing to give it a try until things got tough, then perhaps land back aboard the ship, tucking out of the way while they weathered it out. The low grumble of her throat said as much when she looked to the Ancient, letting her be the decider on when they descended.
and then asked why I bite.
