- You want me to be yours, -
She'd insisted they come in the back door, not wanting to risk anyone seeing her in such a disheveled state. Even dusting off her clothes as they walked had done nothing for the wrinkles and ash marks. It'd take a thorough washing to rid them of the day, and even longer to rid herself of the day.
A shower is first on the agenda, and Thal tucks a messy curl behind her horn, feeling the grime layered on it. To others, she may not look that dirty - at least no more than one might expect a pirate to be - but she misses the saltwater feel in her hair and the way the ocean mist softens the fabric of her clothes. Perhaps it's the recent interaction with Maea, but her shirt feels stiff and there's a tightness to her skin that lingers, a sour taste still coating her tongue. Now that her mental burden has lightened, she wishes to cast aside the physical evidence of her momentary weakness, to reignite her usual fire.
Straightening, she follows Asta down the hall to his old room, her eyes moving with practiced caution over the surroundings. The various doors and hallways have a question rising in her mind, and she tilts her head as she asks, "How many people live here?" Other than him and Danta, it wouldn't surprise her to learn if other staff reside within the establishment purely for convenience. Maea had suggested she'd done as much during LongNight one year - not that it's a comforting thought.
A shower is first on the agenda, and Thal tucks a messy curl behind her horn, feeling the grime layered on it. To others, she may not look that dirty - at least no more than one might expect a pirate to be - but she misses the saltwater feel in her hair and the way the ocean mist softens the fabric of her clothes. Perhaps it's the recent interaction with Maea, but her shirt feels stiff and there's a tightness to her skin that lingers, a sour taste still coating her tongue. Now that her mental burden has lightened, she wishes to cast aside the physical evidence of her momentary weakness, to reignite her usual fire.
Straightening, she follows Asta down the hall to his old room, her eyes moving with practiced caution over the surroundings. The various doors and hallways have a question rising in her mind, and she tilts her head as she asks, "How many people live here?" Other than him and Danta, it wouldn't surprise her to learn if other staff reside within the establishment purely for convenience. Maea had suggested she'd done as much during LongNight one year - not that it's a comforting thought.
Thalassa
- well then you gotta be mine. -
