Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Thal rarely noticed or mourned the gaping hole in her memory, but when she saw the floating lanterns of deceased family and friends, an uncomfortable sensation spread through her chest. She placed a hand to her heart and narrowed her eyes, frowning in annoyance. Her only purpose in coming had been to observe the infamous Festival of Lights, however, so far there was little that she found impressive about the event. A few faces stood out in the migrating crowd as being vaguely familiar: Melita, Talyson, and Edmund. No one tempted her enough to initiate conversation, so she proceeded to stroll the riversides.
During her walking, the encantados, splashed an arcing wave of water over her body, drenching her from head to toe. A deep sigh darkened her mood further and she removed her cloak to wring it out over the river. Nothing about this "Festival" was making her want to return.
Thalassa doesn't bring a lantern.
During her walking, the encantados, splashed an arcing wave of water over her body, drenching her from head to toe. A deep sigh darkened her mood further and she removed her cloak to wring it out over the river. Nothing about this "Festival" was making her want to return.
Thalassa doesn't bring a lantern.
Thalassa
