A ship is safe in harbor,
Thal had made the possibly dumb decision to check on the status of the Void Lotuses she'd burned with Tal and Maea recently, by herself. The creepy despair-inducing flowers had made enough of an impression to give her adequate motivation to ensure its absolute destruction. It wouldn't be fun to find that they'd been unsuccessful in fully eliminating the flora, only to find it floating through another place in Caido. So, with that in mind, she'd found her way back into the desert, and subsequently encountering a gathering a people around something she couldn't quite explain.
Although she wasn't interested in socializing, Thal quickly spotted the bright white head of a familiar Ancient. After everything they'd been through, she cast aside her usual sentiments and approached Maea. She stopped next to the woman, looking towards the morbid movement of bones with narrowed blue eyes peeking from beneath her staple black hood. "Any idea what's going on here?"
Although she wasn't interested in socializing, Thal quickly spotted the bright white head of a familiar Ancient. After everything they'd been through, she cast aside her usual sentiments and approached Maea. She stopped next to the woman, looking towards the morbid movement of bones with narrowed blue eyes peeking from beneath her staple black hood. "Any idea what's going on here?"
Thalassa
but that's not what ships are built for.
