Thalassa
Rolling her eyes at the idealism and pointless clarifications, Thal flips her dagger carelessly in her hand. "How noble," she drawls sarcastically. Whether Colt intends to 'coexist' with the land or beat it into submission, it doesn't change the fact that it'll take months - if not years - of backbreaking labor. Thal would rather go bald. But maybe that's why Colt finds the desert more appealing.
Between the two of them, the Captain's opinion is certainly the one that matters, and if the rancher is determined to make that wasteland inhabitable, or even slightly appealing, she'll need the best damned port in Caido. Thal might not have the building skills necessary to pull it off, but she's opinionated enough to tell people exactly how and where to shove things.
It's only because Colt's obviously at the bitter end of whatever rope she's clinging to that Thal lets the 'boat' comment slide, sparing her the biting remark in favor of a scathing glance before the woman is actually presenting her with an offer. It's not the best she's heard. She can do without the meaningless glory or shiny plaques that'll eventually get stolen by people like her (unless she steals it first).
But a favor?
Her fangs flash bright between her widening grin. "I think I can work with that," she purrs. The tilt of her head sends droplets of water falling from her horns like crystals, eyes glinting with growing mischief. "When you jumping ship?"
Between the two of them, the Captain's opinion is certainly the one that matters, and if the rancher is determined to make that wasteland inhabitable, or even slightly appealing, she'll need the best damned port in Caido. Thal might not have the building skills necessary to pull it off, but she's opinionated enough to tell people exactly how and where to shove things.
It's only because Colt's obviously at the bitter end of whatever rope she's clinging to that Thal lets the 'boat' comment slide, sparing her the biting remark in favor of a scathing glance before the woman is actually presenting her with an offer. It's not the best she's heard. She can do without the meaningless glory or shiny plaques that'll eventually get stolen by people like her (unless she steals it first).
But a favor?
Her fangs flash bright between her widening grin. "I think I can work with that," she purrs. The tilt of her head sends droplets of water falling from her horns like crystals, eyes glinting with growing mischief. "When you jumping ship?"
But when I wake up,
I see You with me.
I see You with me.
