Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Her steps are light but purposeful as she makes her way to the lighthouse. The sun kisses her cheeks while a chilly breeze rustles her wave of dark curls that cascade down her back. It's such a juxtaposition to the icy breaths of Halo or King's End. She basks in its warmth, grateful that she has business in the area.
As Thal approaches the edge of the cliffs, she notes a figure staring out into the waves. They continue to call to her with their crashing song of violence and powerful depths. Their sparkling mists and hypnotic sways are traps to tempt unsuspecting visitors. It doesn't help that their shores shine like a king's coffer. The way the man gazes out to the horizon with no regard for his surroundings makes her question if the siren song has taken hold of him.
Creeping up cautiously, she joins him in looking out at the water. The small purple dot is the only interruption to its captivating beauty. That, and this random Ancient interrupting her. With an accusing glare and sarcastic tone, she asks, "Is there not someplace else you could be?" She has work to do and she'd much rather not have an audience.
As Thal approaches the edge of the cliffs, she notes a figure staring out into the waves. They continue to call to her with their crashing song of violence and powerful depths. Their sparkling mists and hypnotic sways are traps to tempt unsuspecting visitors. It doesn't help that their shores shine like a king's coffer. The way the man gazes out to the horizon with no regard for his surroundings makes her question if the siren song has taken hold of him.
Creeping up cautiously, she joins him in looking out at the water. The small purple dot is the only interruption to its captivating beauty. That, and this random Ancient interrupting her. With an accusing glare and sarcastic tone, she asks, "Is there not someplace else you could be?" She has work to do and she'd much rather not have an audience.
Thalassa
