- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
The more Colt talks, the more Thal wrinkles her nose, still baffled that anyone would want to deal with this all the time. "Sounds miserable," she says, throwing the Sharpshot a teasing smirk as she snags a piece of cloth to tie around her mouth. It won't keep her from complaining, but at least she might have less to complain about.
Dragons accompany Liam's arrival, and Thal begins to wonder if there was an influx in the creatures' reproduction with how many she's seen recently. Her eyes track their playful routes until Colt draws her attention back to the tools gathered along the ground, tools she never has a need for.
Thal tilts her head, but doesn't move towards the equipment yet, letting the others go first as she says, "I'll take the pickaxe, but my claws would probably work better." An eyebrow raises to Colt in question, letting the leader choose whether it would be appropriate for the task. Even if she'd much prefer her own tools to those being offered, she's not the one in charge, and knowing what it feels like to have new responsibilities, Thal's trying to let the Marshal navigate her new role without stepping on toes.
Thal claims a pickaxe but asks to use a shift instead.
Dragons accompany Liam's arrival, and Thal begins to wonder if there was an influx in the creatures' reproduction with how many she's seen recently. Her eyes track their playful routes until Colt draws her attention back to the tools gathered along the ground, tools she never has a need for.
Thal tilts her head, but doesn't move towards the equipment yet, letting the others go first as she says, "I'll take the pickaxe, but my claws would probably work better." An eyebrow raises to Colt in question, letting the leader choose whether it would be appropriate for the task. Even if she'd much prefer her own tools to those being offered, she's not the one in charge, and knowing what it feels like to have new responsibilities, Thal's trying to let the Marshal navigate her new role without stepping on toes.
Thal claims a pickaxe but asks to use a shift instead.
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
