When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
Chuckling, she accepts the playful elbow nudge with a shrug of her shoulders. "Not when there's money to be made." Most pirates would agree that the best part of the job is that they get to terrorize people for loot, but they'd also agree that it's not for the faint of heart. Some days, they don't get breaks, especially when they have to capitalize on the seasons of opportunity.
Still inspecting the bandages that peek from his uncharacteristically loose shirt, Thal raises a suspicious eyebrow. Although she doesn't quite believe that whatever it is has been 'handled,' short of torturing him with questions, she get the sense she won't be getting any more information. So she gives a slow, dramatic nod of her head as she hums her doubts. "Mmm. I guess I'll have to take your word for it."
She waves her hand in front of her face to ward off the invasive inspection, rolling her eyes. The movement looks sharper with the backdrop of creepy yellow-green, but she thinks it adds to her charm. "Oh this? It's nothing. I've had much worse." Stab wounds, crush injuries, concussions, the whole lot. Comes with the profession.
Her hand hovers suggestively over her dagger, her fanged grin making its usual appearance. "Plus, I managed to draw some blood on him before he ran off." She's about to say more disparaging comments about the man, but Thal tilts her head as they're interrupted by the tell-tale screams of echo sharks. They don't bother her, yet she prefers not to have them be the backdrop to their friendly conversation.
Standing, she gestures to the gangway with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow. "Do you have time for a drink?"
Still inspecting the bandages that peek from his uncharacteristically loose shirt, Thal raises a suspicious eyebrow. Although she doesn't quite believe that whatever it is has been 'handled,' short of torturing him with questions, she get the sense she won't be getting any more information. So she gives a slow, dramatic nod of her head as she hums her doubts. "Mmm. I guess I'll have to take your word for it."
She waves her hand in front of her face to ward off the invasive inspection, rolling her eyes. The movement looks sharper with the backdrop of creepy yellow-green, but she thinks it adds to her charm. "Oh this? It's nothing. I've had much worse." Stab wounds, crush injuries, concussions, the whole lot. Comes with the profession.
Her hand hovers suggestively over her dagger, her fanged grin making its usual appearance. "Plus, I managed to draw some blood on him before he ran off." She's about to say more disparaging comments about the man, but Thal tilts her head as they're interrupted by the tell-tale screams of echo sharks. They don't bother her, yet she prefers not to have them be the backdrop to their friendly conversation.
Standing, she gestures to the gangway with a smirk and a quirked eyebrow. "Do you have time for a drink?"
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
