Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
The awkward stilt of their conversation felt forced, causing Thal to bristle at the sensation. She tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her horn, the waves framing the bright blue of her eyes in the dusk lighting. A particularly bold man sat farther down the bar, attempting to catch her eyes with a confident grin. He wasn't necessarily ugly, but his thin twig figure wouldn't be able to withstand more than the force of her gaze, let alone much more, so Thal kept her eyes on the drink before her and the snickering redhead at her side.
When Melita winked her way, Thal raised an eyebrow and lifted her glass. "When it suits me." Glancing sideways at the woman, she threw the question back, "You?" As she waited for a response, she took a drawn sip of her drink, letting the warm liquor ease the pounding in her head. The last few weeks hadn't been kind, and she found that going too long without a drink had become painful. She'd address that issue later, when the ache of her missing friend had weakened its hold on her.
When Melita winked her way, Thal raised an eyebrow and lifted her glass. "When it suits me." Glancing sideways at the woman, she threw the question back, "You?" As she waited for a response, she took a drawn sip of her drink, letting the warm liquor ease the pounding in her head. The last few weeks hadn't been kind, and she found that going too long without a drink had become painful. She'd address that issue later, when the ache of her missing friend had weakened its hold on her.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
