Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
Lowering the bottle, she looked to the voice. Its playful nature immediately produced a scowl to Thal's face, contrasting their mirror features. She licked her lips and fangs dramatically, a vicious smile appearing. "Not much scares me, especially where alcohol is concerned." The familiar scent had been more than enough evidence for her to empty the bottle, but the liquid hadn't been nearly enough to mask the overwhelming stench of trash littering the pathway. Her nose wrinkled at the thought and she glanced around at the pitiful sight with disgust. "I just wish there was more." Sadly, most of the remaining liquor was coating the ground in a golden reflection.
The woman's question had Thal scoffing as she stepped to kick a nearby piece of garbage out of the way. "I don't own the place. Do what you want." As long as 'joining her' didn't involve small talk, Thal couldn't care less. She'd take her time exploring the area, maybe clearing out some of the nastiness along the way. If it wasn't coated in water, she'd probable just burn the refuse away and be done with the stench. Instead, she tossed the now-empty bottle off to the side, looking for her next object of interest. The dragon was of vague interest, but she kept her attention elsewhere, not fazed by its presence.
The woman's question had Thal scoffing as she stepped to kick a nearby piece of garbage out of the way. "I don't own the place. Do what you want." As long as 'joining her' didn't involve small talk, Thal couldn't care less. She'd take her time exploring the area, maybe clearing out some of the nastiness along the way. If it wasn't coated in water, she'd probable just burn the refuse away and be done with the stench. Instead, she tossed the now-empty bottle off to the side, looking for her next object of interest. The dragon was of vague interest, but she kept her attention elsewhere, not fazed by its presence.
Thalassa
