Zairah
I had a dream, which was not all a dream... The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless..
Zairah blinked at the sharp voice, the words clipping across the dock like thrown stones. For a moment she just stood there, coat sleeves hanging past her knuckles, watching the other woman like she might watch fire flare in a hearth—sudden, biting, alive.
“What am I looking at?” she echoed, tone blunt, unbothered. “You. Obviously.” Her head tipped a fraction, dark hair falling loose again as she studied the horns, the tail, the sharpness carved into every line of Thalassa’s posture. "I—" she didn't get the chance to say her next words before the order was barked at her.
The sailors muttered as they skirted around her, but Zairah didn’t move, didn’t apologize. She shifted only enough to glance at the crates and ropes and crew. “I don’t know how to pick up a pallet,” she admitted, honest to the point of rudeness, before her gaze flicked back to Thalassa. “But I could learn. If you wanted me to.”
Her curiosity was raw enough to cut through the cold. “What are you doing with all this? Why do they listen to you?”
“What am I looking at?” she echoed, tone blunt, unbothered. “You. Obviously.” Her head tipped a fraction, dark hair falling loose again as she studied the horns, the tail, the sharpness carved into every line of Thalassa’s posture. "I—" she didn't get the chance to say her next words before the order was barked at her.
The sailors muttered as they skirted around her, but Zairah didn’t move, didn’t apologize. She shifted only enough to glance at the crates and ropes and crew. “I don’t know how to pick up a pallet,” she admitted, honest to the point of rudeness, before her gaze flicked back to Thalassa. “But I could learn. If you wanted me to.”
Her curiosity was raw enough to cut through the cold. “What are you doing with all this? Why do they listen to you?”
