Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Thal flashes her fangs at the Ancient in response to his words but stays attached to her new warmth. It isn't worth it to start a fight - yet. So she lounges back and watches the Fyrhund transform into an emaciated man, her eyes narrowing at his suspiciously smooth voice. The inky darkness of it is at complete contrast with the unkept appearance. Why is someone with such a silky voice looking like a gypsy? That kind of tone can get someone places easily. Her immediate instincts are to keep a close eye on him.
She listens closely as the taller man explains the tournament. It was appealing enough to her that she had dropped in for a short look, enjoying the shed blood, underhanded blows, and ultimately, death. A desire to compete has built in her, such that she hopes to participate next time and maybe draw some blood of her own. She hides a smile of bloodlust and instead focuses on his mention of warmth. Apparently, they have been frequenting the same areas recently. How they haven't run into each other yet, is an interesting question. However, his comment makes her appreciate the heat of the Torchline sun all the more as she remembers the bitter cold blanketing most of Caido. Thal nods her head imperceptibly in agreement with his words, although she refuses to admit as much out loud.
As he begins the usual "polite" conversation, she rolls her eyes at a deafening volume. She may be curious about their purposes, but the obnoxiously bland pleasantries have her wanting to scream. In a sickly sweet voice, she says, "Oooh! How fun! Can we braid each other's hair next and talk about our crushes?" Thal scoffs and waves her hand in dismissal. "Why don't we all just state our business and be on our ways?"
She listens closely as the taller man explains the tournament. It was appealing enough to her that she had dropped in for a short look, enjoying the shed blood, underhanded blows, and ultimately, death. A desire to compete has built in her, such that she hopes to participate next time and maybe draw some blood of her own. She hides a smile of bloodlust and instead focuses on his mention of warmth. Apparently, they have been frequenting the same areas recently. How they haven't run into each other yet, is an interesting question. However, his comment makes her appreciate the heat of the Torchline sun all the more as she remembers the bitter cold blanketing most of Caido. Thal nods her head imperceptibly in agreement with his words, although she refuses to admit as much out loud.
As he begins the usual "polite" conversation, she rolls her eyes at a deafening volume. She may be curious about their purposes, but the obnoxiously bland pleasantries have her wanting to scream. In a sickly sweet voice, she says, "Oooh! How fun! Can we braid each other's hair next and talk about our crushes?" Thal scoffs and waves her hand in dismissal. "Why don't we all just state our business and be on our ways?"
Thalassa
