Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
The activities Maea used her blade for were not ones she would have expected. Thal would have preferred Maea point the knife at the spider instead of herself, but it was still fascinating to watch the blood transfer into magic, straightening out the bent leg. It didn't make sense to her why it mattered since it had seven others to spare, yet the pale Ancient appeared invested in the creature's wellbeing nonetheless.
As it skittered out of sight, Thal accepted her cleaned knife back from Maea with a scoff. "You mean the hell-spawn with eight legs? No. I don't like them." She settled her arms back on the counter and sheathed her dagger again, although her hand remained close in case it came scurrying back to show Maea some form of appreciation.
Her nerves were slightly soothed by the offered pastry and she gave a nod of appreciation even as her discomfort rose. It was embarrassing to show so much weakness in such a short amount of time. She suddenly missed her cloak.
Trying to push away the emotions, she lifted her head, giving Maea a confident smile. "Are you planning to do anything other than work?" Letting her think about an answer, Thal took a bite of the pastry, wondering immediately if there were more hiding somewhere.
As it skittered out of sight, Thal accepted her cleaned knife back from Maea with a scoff. "You mean the hell-spawn with eight legs? No. I don't like them." She settled her arms back on the counter and sheathed her dagger again, although her hand remained close in case it came scurrying back to show Maea some form of appreciation.
Her nerves were slightly soothed by the offered pastry and she gave a nod of appreciation even as her discomfort rose. It was embarrassing to show so much weakness in such a short amount of time. She suddenly missed her cloak.
Trying to push away the emotions, she lifted her head, giving Maea a confident smile. "Are you planning to do anything other than work?" Letting her think about an answer, Thal took a bite of the pastry, wondering immediately if there were more hiding somewhere.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
