Thalassa
They created the monster
Her wings flap slow to maintain altitude, heavy bursts of air catching beneath them in a powerful display of natural control. She doesn't need his awe or approval, but the angle of her horns coincidentally lifts a little higher, her blue eyes glittering like sapphires of pride and amusement.
The netting bulges against the weight of the mud, becoming denser with each gained distance. Men strain their muscles, worried about losing their grips or footing, but she holds steady, more concerned with the tension on the netting than her own strength. Luckily, the net holds and they manage to pull it close enough to shore that it bonds with the other earthen matter there, only the edge oozing back into the harbor in an attempt to join the mud that remains after their initial sweep. Thal swivels her reptilian head back towards Kaisel, watching as he speaks the words she's thinking.
Clutching the mosquito net between her claws, she drags it back towards her ship, leading the charge to clear the water. Only when they've made a few more passes does the water begin to improve to the point that her ship should be safe to depart. With a low grumble of command, she pulls the netting up the bank where she secures it over a dock post to hold the majority of the mud in place.
With the ease of someone stepping out of a jacket, Thal shifts, not even breaking stride as her boots clip across the dock. She nods her head to Kaisel and the crew, power and lethality still radiating from her in the low grumble of her voice. "That should be enough."
*
The netting bulges against the weight of the mud, becoming denser with each gained distance. Men strain their muscles, worried about losing their grips or footing, but she holds steady, more concerned with the tension on the netting than her own strength. Luckily, the net holds and they manage to pull it close enough to shore that it bonds with the other earthen matter there, only the edge oozing back into the harbor in an attempt to join the mud that remains after their initial sweep. Thal swivels her reptilian head back towards Kaisel, watching as he speaks the words she's thinking.
Clutching the mosquito net between her claws, she drags it back towards her ship, leading the charge to clear the water. Only when they've made a few more passes does the water begin to improve to the point that her ship should be safe to depart. With a low grumble of command, she pulls the netting up the bank where she secures it over a dock post to hold the majority of the mud in place.
With the ease of someone stepping out of a jacket, Thal shifts, not even breaking stride as her boots clip across the dock. She nods her head to Kaisel and the crew, power and lethality still radiating from her in the low grumble of her voice. "That should be enough."
*
and then asked why I bite.
