Thalassa
Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
And there are many paths to tread
Having regained some of her pride after nearly dying while fighting the tree, and therefore fleeing for her life, Thal felt compelled to at least try to clean up the resulting mess. After all, things could have turned out much worse, so a part of her needed to be reminded that she'd made it out of there. Especially as she looked upon the crumbled debris of Void that littered the area like purple feces.
Then there were the other motives that may have stemmed from rumors of the chance to burn the cursed remains of the swamp. Unlike her deeper reasons, the idea of letting everything go up in flames had her smiling along with the demigod, anticipating the final step in their process.
Until then Thal kept her head low, not really wanting to invite Melita to make any snide comments about her 'tactical retreat' as she gathered violet-hued refuse. A piece of splintered wood here. A dead gore crow there. A few ugly flowers in between. She placed them into a pile near the trunk of what still stood of the Hanging Tree.
Thalassa helps gather the Void nastiness!
Then there were the other motives that may have stemmed from rumors of the chance to burn the cursed remains of the swamp. Unlike her deeper reasons, the idea of letting everything go up in flames had her smiling along with the demigod, anticipating the final step in their process.
Until then Thal kept her head low, not really wanting to invite Melita to make any snide comments about her 'tactical retreat' as she gathered violet-hued refuse. A piece of splintered wood here. A dead gore crow there. A few ugly flowers in between. She placed them into a pile near the trunk of what still stood of the Hanging Tree.
Thalassa helps gather the Void nastiness!
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Until the stars are all alight.
