Thalassa
Hit me hard and soft
The next question isn't one she'd expected, her eyebrow raising when she looks back at him. "I could," she pauses with a shrug of her shoulders, "for a price." Between training Spook and some of the other sailors to the point of independent work, she's fairly confident in her ability to teach someone the trade. Whether or not they like her methods is another matter. Still, she tilts her head, a frequent expression of suspicion pinching her eyes despite the lack of perceived threat. "Why? You know someone looking to learn?"
Her attention returns to the magic she weaves over the water's surface, only distracted by the delayed introduction. She doesn't look up, although she makes note of the name and reciprocates her own in a monotonous note. "Thalassa." Until he's jumping into action, grabbing nets, and giving orders.
Preferring to check with their Captain before leaving their current work (a smart move on their part), the sailors glance her way for the delayed nod of approval that sends them bustling to get the job done. She pauses in her fire, watching the efforts with a scrutinizing scowl. It is working, although she can't understand why this man has chosen to get in the water when there is plenty of dock space; and even with her sailors helping, they all appear to be struggling, making it slow work.
Huffing another breath, she shakes her head. "This is going to take forever." The mutter has barely left her lips when skin ripples into dark blue-black scales, her tail and horns becoming larger as wings sprout from her back in a flutter of velvety membranous skin. Her face extends into a snout, vicious fangs sending a few workers on the dock running, especially when a growl rumbles from her chest. Her own crew is familiar with her shift, acknowledging it with a healthy level of caution but otherwise continuing the work.
Thal doesn't bother to clear the space around her before extending her wings and taking off. Loose debris flies into the water, caught in the netting as she hovers low and grabs the material delicately between her claws. It stretches tighter, straining against the weight of the thickening mud when she assists in pulling it farther from her ship. The water is still a light brown, but it's looking better than it had a moment ago.
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Her attention returns to the magic she weaves over the water's surface, only distracted by the delayed introduction. She doesn't look up, although she makes note of the name and reciprocates her own in a monotonous note. "Thalassa." Until he's jumping into action, grabbing nets, and giving orders.
Preferring to check with their Captain before leaving their current work (a smart move on their part), the sailors glance her way for the delayed nod of approval that sends them bustling to get the job done. She pauses in her fire, watching the efforts with a scrutinizing scowl. It is working, although she can't understand why this man has chosen to get in the water when there is plenty of dock space; and even with her sailors helping, they all appear to be struggling, making it slow work.
Huffing another breath, she shakes her head. "This is going to take forever." The mutter has barely left her lips when skin ripples into dark blue-black scales, her tail and horns becoming larger as wings sprout from her back in a flutter of velvety membranous skin. Her face extends into a snout, vicious fangs sending a few workers on the dock running, especially when a growl rumbles from her chest. Her own crew is familiar with her shift, acknowledging it with a healthy level of caution but otherwise continuing the work.
Thal doesn't bother to clear the space around her before extending her wings and taking off. Loose debris flies into the water, caught in the netting as she hovers low and grabs the material delicately between her claws. It stretches tighter, straining against the weight of the thickening mud when she assists in pulling it farther from her ship. The water is still a light brown, but it's looking better than it had a moment ago.
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