It's okay if you don't like me.
The Miana Pool sat just outside of the tree line, glittering in the sunlight, however, Thal wasn't here to make a wish. She wasn't even here to enjoy the view, as pretty as it was. She was here to lead the tail she'd caught in Haulani into a more welcoming environment.
For the last hour or so, she'd zigzagged through the trees, humming a vulgar sea shanty and practically skipping along with 'complete abandon.' Trees swayed in the ocean breeze and bright sun beams filtered through the canopy. Her dark wavy hair, tail, and black cloak all flowed behind her like an enticing beacon which her follower clung to. The observer seemed new to this, allowing her to catch an occasional sound or glimpse. But Thal didn't call them out, yet. No. She wanted to play with them a little longer.
With a sharp fanged grin, the petite Ancient reached the edge of the trees and pulled her cloak off, revealing the tight black outfit underneath, accented with glinting buckles and straps of concealed weapons. She reached up to her chest as if she was going to strip and take a dip in the cool, crystal blue water, however, at the last second, Thal grabbed a low branch nearby and flipped up into the tree with surprising grace. Swinging around the rigging of a ship did that to a person.
As she landed lithely on the branch, Thal removed an obsidian dagger that glinted red in the light. Flicking it skillfully in her hands, she continued singing her little tune, her voice a beautiful melody that contrasted the colorful words not often spoken by young ladies. All the while, she waited to see what her little friend might say or do, wondering what their motives might be.
For the last hour or so, she'd zigzagged through the trees, humming a vulgar sea shanty and practically skipping along with 'complete abandon.' Trees swayed in the ocean breeze and bright sun beams filtered through the canopy. Her dark wavy hair, tail, and black cloak all flowed behind her like an enticing beacon which her follower clung to. The observer seemed new to this, allowing her to catch an occasional sound or glimpse. But Thal didn't call them out, yet. No. She wanted to play with them a little longer.
With a sharp fanged grin, the petite Ancient reached the edge of the trees and pulled her cloak off, revealing the tight black outfit underneath, accented with glinting buckles and straps of concealed weapons. She reached up to her chest as if she was going to strip and take a dip in the cool, crystal blue water, however, at the last second, Thal grabbed a low branch nearby and flipped up into the tree with surprising grace. Swinging around the rigging of a ship did that to a person.
As she landed lithely on the branch, Thal removed an obsidian dagger that glinted red in the light. Flicking it skillfully in her hands, she continued singing her little tune, her voice a beautiful melody that contrasted the colorful words not often spoken by young ladies. All the while, she waited to see what her little friend might say or do, wondering what their motives might be.
Not everyone has good taste.
Thalassa
