Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Thal considered Maea's words. She had to admit that she hadn't seen many Mer in the Hollowed Grounds. Sure, there was water, but that didn't mean they had any reason to travel out here. Which made it even more strange for the man to have made such a comment.
She actually laughed aloud at the suggestion that she may be a Mer in disguise. Tapping her horns with a nail, she said, "No. I assure you that these are quite real." Reaching out a lazy finger towards one of the lanterns at the counter, she gave the new magic a light pull, causing the flame to flicker gently. "And Mer can't do that." Feeling that it was proof enough, Thal settled back against the counter to take another sip of her whiskey.
Maea had agreed to help her look into her past. And the empty void of her memories still taunted her. So despite the reluctance to divulge what she considered to be her weakness, Thal gave Maea all she knew. "I don't remember anything about my past. It's completely blank." Swirling her drink again, she was brought back to the day she woke up in the sand. "All I remember is waking on the beaches of Torchline, alone. My body felt different, like it wasn't quite mine. It was foreign and I had difficulty adjusting to it." She'd stumbled down the beach, confused, for almost a day, just trying to find clues as to her identity or remember something. Her mind had been so empty and lost. Not to mention the strange calling that she had towards the ocean. Shrugging her shoulders to rid the puny sentiments, Thal drew back her indifferent mask. "All I knew was my name: Thalassa." The last name, Sanguis, had come after a pirate had found her satiating her bloodlust on a jaguar. She thought it made her sound more intimidating, which she'd needed if she was going to make it in the cutthroat world of sailors and pirates. It wasn't like she had the stature going for her.
She actually laughed aloud at the suggestion that she may be a Mer in disguise. Tapping her horns with a nail, she said, "No. I assure you that these are quite real." Reaching out a lazy finger towards one of the lanterns at the counter, she gave the new magic a light pull, causing the flame to flicker gently. "And Mer can't do that." Feeling that it was proof enough, Thal settled back against the counter to take another sip of her whiskey.
Maea had agreed to help her look into her past. And the empty void of her memories still taunted her. So despite the reluctance to divulge what she considered to be her weakness, Thal gave Maea all she knew. "I don't remember anything about my past. It's completely blank." Swirling her drink again, she was brought back to the day she woke up in the sand. "All I remember is waking on the beaches of Torchline, alone. My body felt different, like it wasn't quite mine. It was foreign and I had difficulty adjusting to it." She'd stumbled down the beach, confused, for almost a day, just trying to find clues as to her identity or remember something. Her mind had been so empty and lost. Not to mention the strange calling that she had towards the ocean. Shrugging her shoulders to rid the puny sentiments, Thal drew back her indifferent mask. "All I knew was my name: Thalassa." The last name, Sanguis, had come after a pirate had found her satiating her bloodlust on a jaguar. She thought it made her sound more intimidating, which she'd needed if she was going to make it in the cutthroat world of sailors and pirates. It wasn't like she had the stature going for her.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
