Thalassa
They created the monster
Not nearly as light as the gore crow, Thal wasn't buffeted as heavily by the wings. She tilted occasionally to better catch the updrafts, but stayed relatively even keeled, drifting above the cloud cover. Her eyes scanned for her ship through the gaps, assessing whether they were still on course. It was hard to tell, but at least they were still floating, and the sails hadn't ripped yet.
She didn't hear Maea's response, turning her head to find the corvid in a rotating suspension, giving in to the mercy of the currents. It might help her stay in flight, but she wouldn't get very far and the ship was still in motion below them.
Letting out a low grumble, Thal dipped her head in question, asking if Maea wanted to land on the deck, to weather out the storm. As thrilling as the flight was, she wouldn't mind the break. She'd also like to see the crew up close, whether they were calm or panicking under Spooks guidance.
She didn't hear Maea's response, turning her head to find the corvid in a rotating suspension, giving in to the mercy of the currents. It might help her stay in flight, but she wouldn't get very far and the ship was still in motion below them.
Letting out a low grumble, Thal dipped her head in question, asking if Maea wanted to land on the deck, to weather out the storm. As thrilling as the flight was, she wouldn't mind the break. She'd also like to see the crew up close, whether they were calm or panicking under Spooks guidance.
and then asked why I bite.
