Thalassa
Her eyebrow raises in subtle surprise at the mention of his dragon shift. She knows it's something Ancients eventually achieve, but she hadn't realized Danta was one of those people. It gets him more respect from her than he might realize as she moves to retrieve another stone.
Shrugging her shoulders, she adjusts her hold on the rock, her voice flat with a snarky lack of care for the bridges, even if they are important structures. "Hmm. Pity."
Thal glances briefly over her shoulder at him and slams her stone into place. A strand of hair falls into her face, so she pauses to shove it out of the way, reminded again of the bloodlust starting to build up. "Needed to get some hunting done before we ship out again." She purses her lips and moves for the next piece, glad to know that she still has time before they need her back.
"How'd you get roped into this?" She's guessing based on his attire - and her own preference of nonparticipation - that heaving rocks wasn't originally on his agenda.
Shrugging her shoulders, she adjusts her hold on the rock, her voice flat with a snarky lack of care for the bridges, even if they are important structures. "Hmm. Pity."
Thal glances briefly over her shoulder at him and slams her stone into place. A strand of hair falls into her face, so she pauses to shove it out of the way, reminded again of the bloodlust starting to build up. "Needed to get some hunting done before we ship out again." She purses her lips and moves for the next piece, glad to know that she still has time before they need her back.
"How'd you get roped into this?" She's guessing based on his attire - and her own preference of nonparticipation - that heaving rocks wasn't originally on his agenda.
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Would you like me to be quiet?
