Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal found her curiosity continuing to increase with each minute. This stranger seems to naturally exude power from every pore. Boredom was the farthest thing from her mind right now. She was more interested in discovering what kind of things they might have in common. A subconscious grin sneaks onto her face at the idea. "I look forward to it." It comes out more as a whisper, but she hopes he heard. His deep laugh sparks a thrill of exhilaration deep in the pit of her stomach, only strengthened as he steps closer. Thal had to lift her chin to maintain eye contact. Although her shorter stature was often a cause for frustration, she liked the view from this angle. "Do you now? Don't keep me waiting." She pushes her body away from the tree, bringing her even closer to his smile. In a taunting manner, Thal turns to step away, throwing a look over her shoulder. "Did I mention that I hate sitting still?"
