Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
Not a fan of 'help' in general, Thal doesn't know how she would feel if the man called a demigod to clear out the mud. Sure, it would be a quick fix, but roping someone into fixing a problem they're already present for is different than ripping someone to their side and begging them to solve their issues. It makes her all the more relieved that he can't do anything, tail flicking to the side as she continues the futile efforts of drying the watery mud. "There's some mosquito netting over there." Perhaps it would be thin enough to filter out the water.
His question has her blue gaze flickering to her ship, instinctually scanning its exterior for imperfections to catalogue for repair. Spotting nothing more than some scrapes and a few barnacles, Thal shakes her head, dark waves of hair cascading around her face and horns. "No. I have wings of my own, and nothing can beat the open waters." Not that she hasn't thought about it, so she shrugs her shoulders when she adds cryptically, "But maybe one day."
Thal guides another assault of fire across the water, huffing a breath when it does little more than lighten the water. "You got that netting yet?" She'd prefer to get out of her before the sun sets.
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His question has her blue gaze flickering to her ship, instinctually scanning its exterior for imperfections to catalogue for repair. Spotting nothing more than some scrapes and a few barnacles, Thal shakes her head, dark waves of hair cascading around her face and horns. "No. I have wings of my own, and nothing can beat the open waters." Not that she hasn't thought about it, so she shrugs her shoulders when she adds cryptically, "But maybe one day."
Thal guides another assault of fire across the water, huffing a breath when it does little more than lighten the water. "You got that netting yet?" She'd prefer to get out of her before the sun sets.
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