In the blackened waters of conceit I saw my silhouette, pale and bleached
A brow rises as the others wander back from their tasks, some noticeably beaten up after the experience. Nerissa lifts a slow hand to cover her mouth, her eyes terribly gentle and concerned, so long as her smile stayed hidden. While she's still skeptical of this group, she wants to keep some amount of decorum, wants to have keep cards clutched close to her chest.
This sense is all that keeps her mouth closed at the next tasks are doled out. If she could read her beloved's mind, she would agree. Moving boats is grunt work. She has people who tell other people to do these sorts of tasks. She has to remind herself that this is in the name of forging new connections, strengthening old ones. Their operation is growing, changing, and Nerissa will not allow herself to be left behind.
She takes hold of a rope as well, tugging the boat along after Olavi, realizing quickly what his intention is. The spot is near perfect, a lip protecting everything beneath it from the driving rain, the pounding waves, though there is just enough of a clearance for the boats to make it through unscathed. There was the small caveat that the area could only be accessed by mer, but seeing as both and Olavi were mer, it's not a thought that occurred to her.
They return in tandem, dragging the final boat along to their hiding space and getting it tucked away, then returning for the next set of instructions, the next tasks required to get this up and off the ground.
This sense is all that keeps her mouth closed at the next tasks are doled out. If she could read her beloved's mind, she would agree. Moving boats is grunt work. She has people who tell other people to do these sorts of tasks. She has to remind herself that this is in the name of forging new connections, strengthening old ones. Their operation is growing, changing, and Nerissa will not allow herself to be left behind.
She takes hold of a rope as well, tugging the boat along after Olavi, realizing quickly what his intention is. The spot is near perfect, a lip protecting everything beneath it from the driving rain, the pounding waves, though there is just enough of a clearance for the boats to make it through unscathed. There was the small caveat that the area could only be accessed by mer, but seeing as both and Olavi were mer, it's not a thought that occurred to her.
They return in tandem, dragging the final boat along to their hiding space and getting it tucked away, then returning for the next set of instructions, the next tasks required to get this up and off the ground.
Nerissa
