Thalassa
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
And there are many paths to tread
Thal only nodded her head at his confident statement, sure that he would want something stronger than a single-hit armor. Especially considering the man had an obvious thing against clothing in general. His bare arms flexed to test the armlet and she tried not to remember the broad muscles slamming his fist into her shoulder. Maybe she needed some protection of her own if she was going to spar against him again. Something to consider next time she worked up the courage to approach Dygra's shrine. The thoughts were a welcome distraction to her inner turmoil, pulling her back from the dark recesses of her fear.
Hadama's compliments helped to relax her further, only to have each muscle tense with his question. She was usually able to skirt people's curiosity with an off-hand comment about The Marauder being her home, but that didn't seem to be the root of what he was asking. He seemed to want to know her origin. Whether or not she was a Torcher. The only problem with that was that she didn't know the answer.
Sheathing her dagger at her hip, Thal crossed her arms in confidence to hide her defensiveness. She wouldn't lie to him after injuring him, but she also wasn't about to have a bleeding-heart conversation with him. So she settled for a curt "I don't know." It wouldn't tell him much. Maybe she was adopted. Maybe she had grown up on her ship. It wouldn't imply that she didn't have any memories before almost two years ago.
Hadama's compliments helped to relax her further, only to have each muscle tense with his question. She was usually able to skirt people's curiosity with an off-hand comment about The Marauder being her home, but that didn't seem to be the root of what he was asking. He seemed to want to know her origin. Whether or not she was a Torcher. The only problem with that was that she didn't know the answer.
Sheathing her dagger at her hip, Thal crossed her arms in confidence to hide her defensiveness. She wouldn't lie to him after injuring him, but she also wasn't about to have a bleeding-heart conversation with him. So she settled for a curt "I don't know." It wouldn't tell him much. Maybe she was adopted. Maybe she had grown up on her ship. It wouldn't imply that she didn't have any memories before almost two years ago.
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Until the stars are all alight.
