Thalassa
They created the monster
Having given her crew a verbal beating equivalent to the fall of Starfall, Thal heated her blood to a boiling point and summoned Maea to resume their flight. The crew (understandably) gave them a wide berth as they shifted, Spook in particular looking especially pale in the crisp white light of the snowy landscape - not that she cared, he'd be overboard in a heartbeat if he so much as harmed a nail on the main mast or pulled a loose sliver from the helm.
Regardless, the crisis had been averted, and Thal led them back to the clouds, watching as the Crag appeared much closer than before. Glancing back at the white crow behind her, she gave a low rumble, jerking her head towards the island with the intention of a quick scouting mission. Perhaps they would spot something interesting, or at least be far enough away for the captain to not behead some idiot in the crow's nest. It would be so easy...
Regardless, the crisis had been averted, and Thal led them back to the clouds, watching as the Crag appeared much closer than before. Glancing back at the white crow behind her, she gave a low rumble, jerking her head towards the island with the intention of a quick scouting mission. Perhaps they would spot something interesting, or at least be far enough away for the captain to not behead some idiot in the crow's nest. It would be so easy...
and then asked why I bite.
