Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Even the way she said words made her inexperience evident, the language rolling through her lips like she'd never said them before, and as she continued to explain, Thal began to understand why. Weeks had passed and the woman had no memories or experiences to pull from. It made her cold heart ache a little, reminding her of when she'd awoken on the beach, no memories to guide her beyond a name and a call for the ocean. It wasn't something she liked to think on, especially now that she knew the truth about her transition. At least the young woman had someone with her when she'd been dropped unprepared into the world - even if it seemed like Danta hadn't done more than open her eyes.
Shrugging her shoulders, Thal glanced around to make sure the crew was still working as she corrected bluntly, "I wasn't woken up. I was turned." Reassured that the extra stores were still being placed in the warehouse, she turned back to the woman, choosing to take the comment as a compliment of her competence rather than a dig at her age. It was the only reason she bothered to confirm the suspicion, ignoring the fact that it might give the woman hope. "That was a few years ago now."
On the topic of 'suffering less,' Thal huffed a breath, her eyes running down as she gave an assessing look. She didn't quite share in the grin, but there was sharp amusement in her eyes as she said, "Shed blood." Hunting, fighting, and other general chaos usually did the trick for her, although she'd had to learn the hard way. The learning curve had been steep and the bruises dark, but she'd managed. The thought of someone else having to suffer the same...
"Why don't I show you a few moves?" The offer was out before she had a chance to stop it, something annoyingly soft worming into her. She straightened her spine, tail flicking sharply behind her as she tried to dismiss the weak sense of concern threatening to take hold. It sharpened her features, banishing any suspicions of kindness or compassion that might have formed. "Before you get yourself killed." The look in her eyes seemed to suggest she didn't care either way, even though she didn't retract her offer.
Shrugging her shoulders, Thal glanced around to make sure the crew was still working as she corrected bluntly, "I wasn't woken up. I was turned." Reassured that the extra stores were still being placed in the warehouse, she turned back to the woman, choosing to take the comment as a compliment of her competence rather than a dig at her age. It was the only reason she bothered to confirm the suspicion, ignoring the fact that it might give the woman hope. "That was a few years ago now."
On the topic of 'suffering less,' Thal huffed a breath, her eyes running down as she gave an assessing look. She didn't quite share in the grin, but there was sharp amusement in her eyes as she said, "Shed blood." Hunting, fighting, and other general chaos usually did the trick for her, although she'd had to learn the hard way. The learning curve had been steep and the bruises dark, but she'd managed. The thought of someone else having to suffer the same...
"Why don't I show you a few moves?" The offer was out before she had a chance to stop it, something annoyingly soft worming into her. She straightened her spine, tail flicking sharply behind her as she tried to dismiss the weak sense of concern threatening to take hold. It sharpened her features, banishing any suspicions of kindness or compassion that might have formed. "Before you get yourself killed." The look in her eyes seemed to suggest she didn't care either way, even though she didn't retract her offer.
