The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
His deep chuckle and 'Now, now' make her think she might have handled things inappropriately despite what she would have categorized as a minor tease.
Feeling like a chastised child for not playing nice, Thal crosses her arms to lean back in her seat. She doesn't quite pout - because captains don't pout - but she certainly dons her confidence in defense of her actions, tail flicking annoyedly off to the side. "That much was obvious. Even in her fyrhund shift, she couldn't catch the thing. I had to help her." Although 'help' might have been a strong word, considering she'd been playing with the ash ferret almost as much as the Ancient. Flashing her fangs, Thal recalls the measly bit of meat that dangled dead from her hand with a bit of disgust. "The thing was so small that there was barely anything to share."
She shakes her head and flicks her hand in dismissal, reaching forward to grab at her dwindling whiskey. "Either way, I doubt we'll be spending much time together." It might have been a mutter if she hadn't believed it enough to give it a sharp edge. Because she didn't think the woman would want to see her again. Not as friends or companions or anything else of the sort.
Feeling like a chastised child for not playing nice, Thal crosses her arms to lean back in her seat. She doesn't quite pout - because captains don't pout - but she certainly dons her confidence in defense of her actions, tail flicking annoyedly off to the side. "That much was obvious. Even in her fyrhund shift, she couldn't catch the thing. I had to help her." Although 'help' might have been a strong word, considering she'd been playing with the ash ferret almost as much as the Ancient. Flashing her fangs, Thal recalls the measly bit of meat that dangled dead from her hand with a bit of disgust. "The thing was so small that there was barely anything to share."
She shakes her head and flicks her hand in dismissal, reaching forward to grab at her dwindling whiskey. "Either way, I doubt we'll be spending much time together." It might have been a mutter if she hadn't believed it enough to give it a sharp edge. Because she didn't think the woman would want to see her again. Not as friends or companions or anything else of the sort.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
