Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Spook carefully interrupted her assessment with a soft clearing of his throat. The first mate's pale complexion nearly glowed in the overcast Deepfrost air, his tall, lanky form standing stark against the salt-worn docks. She gave a subtle nod of her head, and he began to speak in a low voice no one else might hear, confirming that the excess supplies were being stowed in the warehouse nearby for any in need. Her sharp eyes followed the movements of her crew, noting how a handful drifted discretely towards the darkened building. They carried crates and boxes, setting them amongst the shadows in a silent willingness to fulfill her orders without questions.
Granted another nod of her head, Thal moved to join them, only pausing when her scrutinizing gaze snagged on a petite form buried in a pile of baggy fabric, the woman's eyes gaping wide as she made no efforts to hide her gawking. Although used to the frequent appreciating look, it had been quite some time since someone had stared at her. Having missed the muttered words, Thal returned the look with a glare and a snap of her voice. "What are you looking at?" Her lips pursed in disapproval when the sailors were forced to move around the woman. "Unless you're planning to pick up a pallet, get out of the way."
Granted another nod of her head, Thal moved to join them, only pausing when her scrutinizing gaze snagged on a petite form buried in a pile of baggy fabric, the woman's eyes gaping wide as she made no efforts to hide her gawking. Although used to the frequent appreciating look, it had been quite some time since someone had stared at her. Having missed the muttered words, Thal returned the look with a glare and a snap of her voice. "What are you looking at?" Her lips pursed in disapproval when the sailors were forced to move around the woman. "Unless you're planning to pick up a pallet, get out of the way."
