She's done this once before, but only once. Her hand finds the sheet, with a glance back at Flint to confirm, and she pulls the rope in a few inches and recleats it the way she'd been shown.
It isn't a quick, practiced movement on its own, and it's only further hampered by the chill. Madi has taken to over-dressing when in doubt of how best to dress for any given weather, but even in her winter traveling garb she can feel the bite of the cold gusts of wind and the spray from the water makes her squint as much as the sun ever could. She turns the squint back towards Flint, raising her voice just loud enough to be heard — which doesn't take much, they aren't a whole ship's length away or anything.
"It sounds like you would like to," she says, a smile tucked neatly in the corner of her mouth. "I do not have any plans as yet, if that is what concerns you."
Concerned? Him? Please, he hardly knows the word's meaning.
—wordlessly quips the rise and subsequent fall of his eyebrows as his hand, steady on the boat's tiller, makes some minor adjustment in keeping with the sail's setting so that when next the wind flutters about them, gusts first pulling then pushing, they cut a line through it which is more or less direct. Maker, Waking Sea fishermen must be made of stern stuff.
"We might talk about the weather if you'd prefer. There's plenty of it."
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It isn't a quick, practiced movement on its own, and it's only further hampered by the chill. Madi has taken to over-dressing when in doubt of how best to dress for any given weather, but even in her winter traveling garb she can feel the bite of the cold gusts of wind and the spray from the water makes her squint as much as the sun ever could. She turns the squint back towards Flint, raising her voice just loud enough to be heard — which doesn't take much, they aren't a whole ship's length away or anything.
"It sounds like you would like to," she says, a smile tucked neatly in the corner of her mouth. "I do not have any plans as yet, if that is what concerns you."
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—wordlessly quips the rise and subsequent fall of his eyebrows as his hand, steady on the boat's tiller, makes some minor adjustment in keeping with the sail's setting so that when next the wind flutters about them, gusts first pulling then pushing, they cut a line through it which is more or less direct. Maker, Waking Sea fishermen must be made of stern stuff.
"We might talk about the weather if you'd prefer. There's plenty of it."