Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Their exchange of smiles feels like the exciting start to something. Thal is impatient to discover what that might be. The shared breath promises a deep level of intensity and his intimately deep voice spells trouble. Whether that trouble would be for her or others was yet to be seen. At the moment, she couldn't care less. It only takes him a second to catch up to her, the "brush" of his body against her side feeling more like granite than a person. Watching his back proceed ahead of her, Thal is tempted to test her new theory that he may be stone rather than skin and bones. It would explain the smooth skin and sculpted muscles. However, the warmth had been unmistakable. And it seems to linger on her skin despite the growing shadows around them.
She studies his steady stride and purposeful movements, following him without a second thought to wherever he intended. Nothing has piqued her interest like this in quite some time and she is determined to see where it takes her. Even as he leads her to a crumbling cave entrance.
The grin he shoots her before melting into the dark would have been a warning for others, but Thal was not easily fazed. She flashes a fanged smile back, accepting the invitation in his eyes and steps over the threshold into the unknown.
As her eyes adjust, Thal notices that it's not just a cave, but a system of caves. How long had they been here? Were they made or naturally occurring? How far did they travel? She finds a flood of questions making her nearly speechless. Nearly.
"So, guide, how are these dilapidated caves going to solve my boredom?" She turns to him with a light smirk, making sure to stay close in the dim lighting.
