The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She gives Colt a somewhat flat look but doesn't gripe anymore about the conditions of the 'port' (for now). After all, she'd agreed to be here, and if her ship is ever going to dock here, she refuses to use this pathetic excuse for maritime architecture, so she might as well make it how she wants.
Accepting the plans Colt brings as well as the slew of information, Thal lets the others get an idea of what they're working with and how much there is to get done today, a practiced awareness logging Liam's tools and Aithne's... enthusiasm as assets for the work. She nods confirmation of the rancher's preparations then looks over the sketch like she has maps a thousand times. Her stance is rooted, confident, and full of the familiar weight of authority as she glances between the teetering structure they currently have and the improvement the 'engineer' has recommended. Most of the notes are to reinforce the structural integrity - as expected - but Thal purses her lips to see the addition of another pier to make a total of three. It matches the other two and would certainly add significant space for ships, but she shakes her head, pointing to it as she informs Colt, "This one's too close to the others. We'll have to shift it farther out." The fact that she doesn't say more is approval enough of the plans and her willingness to see out the vision.
All business, Thal calls out to everyone, "Okay crew, this port's not going to build itself." As nice as that would be, she doesn't wallow in the work, spine straightening like someone accustomed to daily physical labor despite her small stature. She points to the embarrassing display of ropes and cracked wood, then to the pile of tools and new panels. "Half of us will get rid of this useless nonsense while the others start building the posts to hold up the new stuff. Make sure it's a post. We can't dig beneath the water." As someone who's made fences, she's sure Colt's familiar enough with the structure, but she'd rather make her expectations clear with everyone now in case Liam or Aithne are stupid enough to think they can just magically erect these things in the water. She's learned over the years that if she doesn't specify exactly what she wants, she'll often have a nasty surprise to deal with later.
Pick a task!
1. Two people to deconstruct the parts of the port falling apart.
2. Two people to make the posts that will support the new pier.
Accepting the plans Colt brings as well as the slew of information, Thal lets the others get an idea of what they're working with and how much there is to get done today, a practiced awareness logging Liam's tools and Aithne's... enthusiasm as assets for the work. She nods confirmation of the rancher's preparations then looks over the sketch like she has maps a thousand times. Her stance is rooted, confident, and full of the familiar weight of authority as she glances between the teetering structure they currently have and the improvement the 'engineer' has recommended. Most of the notes are to reinforce the structural integrity - as expected - but Thal purses her lips to see the addition of another pier to make a total of three. It matches the other two and would certainly add significant space for ships, but she shakes her head, pointing to it as she informs Colt, "This one's too close to the others. We'll have to shift it farther out." The fact that she doesn't say more is approval enough of the plans and her willingness to see out the vision.
All business, Thal calls out to everyone, "Okay crew, this port's not going to build itself." As nice as that would be, she doesn't wallow in the work, spine straightening like someone accustomed to daily physical labor despite her small stature. She points to the embarrassing display of ropes and cracked wood, then to the pile of tools and new panels. "Half of us will get rid of this useless nonsense while the others start building the posts to hold up the new stuff. Make sure it's a post. We can't dig beneath the water." As someone who's made fences, she's sure Colt's familiar enough with the structure, but she'd rather make her expectations clear with everyone now in case Liam or Aithne are stupid enough to think they can just magically erect these things in the water. She's learned over the years that if she doesn't specify exactly what she wants, she'll often have a nasty surprise to deal with later.
Pick a task!
1. Two people to deconstruct the parts of the port falling apart.
2. Two people to make the posts that will support the new pier.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
