Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Thal looked up at the approach of the gore crow, noting the white shade of its feathers and preparing herself for the woman's transformation. Sure enough, the creature shifted seamlessly into the pale Ancient, if not a lacking a little grace as she stumbled slightly. It caused Thal to raise her eyebrow in slight amusement. Obviously, there was some practice to be had, but she wasn't sure she would fare much better. Tightening her cloak's hood against her neck during a particularly chilly draft, she gave Maea a cordial smile. "Hello Maea. You as well." Shrugging her shoulders to continue warming her body, she gestured to the hill looming next to them. "I'm glad you got my invitation. I figured we would both benefit from stretching our legs a bit. Shall we?"
Without waiting for a response, she started jogging through the shallower sections of snow towards the peak of Peekaboo Rise.
