Thalassa
Her eyes glance around to take in the hole and the masons, trying and failing to picture void tangleweeds doing such damage. They'd never given her any trouble after all, but maybe people had been trying to attack them. Whatever the reason, it's evident that there's plenty of work to be done and Danta's question has her regretting the decision to land.
Thal doesn't move from her place, a noted lack of amusement in her eyes. "Not particularly." She's accustomed to lugging supplies alongside her sailors, but that doesn't mean she enjoys it or wants to spend what free time she has 'hefting rocks.' Unfortunately for her, she's not one to sit around and watch others work when she's more than capable of lending a hand - it's a weakness thing.
Pursing her lips, Thal rolls up her black sleeves, moving to grab at the next stone.
Thal doesn't move from her place, a noted lack of amusement in her eyes. "Not particularly." She's accustomed to lugging supplies alongside her sailors, but that doesn't mean she enjoys it or wants to spend what free time she has 'hefting rocks.' Unfortunately for her, she's not one to sit around and watch others work when she's more than capable of lending a hand - it's a weakness thing.
Pursing her lips, Thal rolls up her black sleeves, moving to grab at the next stone.
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Would you like me to be quiet?
