Some people have an identity.
Making her way through the Inner Quarter, Thal felt aimless, wasting time as her crew enjoyed themselves on bars and women. She drifted through the crowd, hood raised like a wraith through the cold night. Few glanced her way, used to the shadows moving and shifting amongst the streets. They instead focused on the shops lining the square, filled with food, clothes, and trinkets. Preferring not to waste time in lines, she snagged a treat from the cookie shop without so much as a pause to her step. No one called out, too distracted in conversation to see the hooded figure munching on the sweet dessert while walking down the street.
Time passed, and just as she took the final bite, the captain found herself before an inconspicuous tent advertising 'tarot card readings.' Thal scoffed at the sight, ready to walk away without another thought. However, what else did she have to do with her time? It seemed like something that might entertain her with its absurdity. So why not? It's not like any of it's real. And with that thought in mind, she made her way inside, taking in the dark interior and the person occupying it.
She recognized the woman.
Choosing to keep her hood up for anonymity's sake (and not because she'd been sharply vicious last time), she wondered if she might get away with it. Although the woman may recognize Thal's voice, the captain chose not to let it worry her, asking 'politely,' "Are you the fortune teller?" Her voice was dark and mysterious, adding to the vibes of it all.
Time passed, and just as she took the final bite, the captain found herself before an inconspicuous tent advertising 'tarot card readings.' Thal scoffed at the sight, ready to walk away without another thought. However, what else did she have to do with her time? It seemed like something that might entertain her with its absurdity. So why not? It's not like any of it's real. And with that thought in mind, she made her way inside, taking in the dark interior and the person occupying it.
She recognized the woman.
Choosing to keep her hood up for anonymity's sake (and not because she'd been sharply vicious last time), she wondered if she might get away with it. Although the woman may recognize Thal's voice, the captain chose not to let it worry her, asking 'politely,' "Are you the fortune teller?" Her voice was dark and mysterious, adding to the vibes of it all.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
