Stavanger Bay shipwreck (IC joining)

As the unseen similarities between them mounted so too did their outward aversion towards one another. He was an inglorious bastard in her review, and there was no telling what he thought of the vindictive cripple. Making an irritated hmmph, as he side stepped her deal, Chrys thrust her snout upwards and to the side -stubbornly refusing to offer him anything else in that case.

To be fair, she was green and he had provoked her first with his teasing. Surely anyone could see it that way -right? Sneaking a peak at him when she imagined he might not be looking, it was in this perfectly aligned moment that she was able to see the festering wound atop his bowed head. Instantly dashed from her high horse, Chrysanthemum let a look of concern flash for a second before pulling it into a tight somewhat judgmental glare. "Why didn't you say that you were injured," she argued. The knowledge changed enough to allow him momentary forgiveness for his previous behavior.

Tossing her nose the other way, Chrys didn't wait for his undoubtedly vapid reply. Instead she released a call that permeated the boarders, and hopefully found Ragnar.