Thalassa
Burning cities and napalm skies
The tide pulled against her legs as Thal made her way onto the shore. Each step away from the Underwater City increased the familiar ache in her chest. Annoyance radiated from her in waves as she waited for the mermaid to settle in the shallows. She'd hoped for a reprieve from her stresses, a peaceful exploration of the merfolk's city with her friend, an escape. Instead, she'd been accosted by this woman, and dragged into a conversation on the surface. Her only rationale being the possibility for this person to know something about her past. If that proved to be false, Thal couldn't promise Hadama that this mermaid would make it back below water.
Her fangs flashed in a vicious sneer. ”Who are you and what do you want?” The tone was blunt and sharp, no warmth marring the words. No illusions of her feelings going into this conversation, and warning that an undesirable answer could result in physical harm.
Her fangs flashed in a vicious sneer. ”Who are you and what do you want?” The tone was blunt and sharp, no warmth marring the words. No illusions of her feelings going into this conversation, and warning that an undesirable answer could result in physical harm.
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
