The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She's not nearly as forgiving with her assessment of the dock, eyes scrutinizing the work they've done and what still needs doing. Obviously still finding it lacking, she at least grants it a nod, willing to grant the minimum praise. "It's still got a long way to go, but at least we'll be able to call it a port."
As the others gather hammers and nails, Thal shifts again, choosing to drag planks into place for the others to secure. Sweat and salt spray have started to gather on her blue-black scales, giving them a shiny glint over her muscles as she flies back and forth from the shore and the pier that slowly takes form.
It takes most of the afternoon, the work slow and labored in the heat. Each plank is secured, Thal making sure there aren't gaps wide enough to eat the shoes or goods of people who might dock there. She also takes the responsibility of testing their strength, ensuring that the planks won't give way to their first visitor by walking across in her shift, careful to keep claws from gouging into the wood.
Only once she's satisfied by the shape and stability of the structure does she shift back, booted feet tapping on the newly constructed port. She calls the others over, tail flicking as she takes in the mostly finished product. "Good work. My crew can take it from here." It's as much of an approval as they'll get from her as Thal turns away to figure out what still needs doing to make it functional as a trading hub beyond a place to moor.
Nice work everyone! The port has been finished! Thal says to get out of here.
[FIN]
As the others gather hammers and nails, Thal shifts again, choosing to drag planks into place for the others to secure. Sweat and salt spray have started to gather on her blue-black scales, giving them a shiny glint over her muscles as she flies back and forth from the shore and the pier that slowly takes form.
It takes most of the afternoon, the work slow and labored in the heat. Each plank is secured, Thal making sure there aren't gaps wide enough to eat the shoes or goods of people who might dock there. She also takes the responsibility of testing their strength, ensuring that the planks won't give way to their first visitor by walking across in her shift, careful to keep claws from gouging into the wood.
Only once she's satisfied by the shape and stability of the structure does she shift back, booted feet tapping on the newly constructed port. She calls the others over, tail flicking as she takes in the mostly finished product. "Good work. My crew can take it from here." It's as much of an approval as they'll get from her as Thal turns away to figure out what still needs doing to make it functional as a trading hub beyond a place to moor.
Nice work everyone! The port has been finished! Thal says to get out of here.
[FIN]
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
