Some people have an identity.
Thal shifted to take her place across from the fortune teller, settling into the chair. Although 'comfortable' probably wasn't the right word. As much as she wanted to lounge back in complete nonchalance, the unsettling possibility of her identity being discovered gave her hesitation. She sat at the edge of the chair, her posture confident and relaxed despite the tension lingering just beneath the surface.
Not expecting to be presented with an option so soon, Thal leaned forward to inspect the choices before her. Feeling that she had no right to a 'light' future, Thal raised her finger reluctantly to point at the darker deck of tarot cards, even as her eyes were drawn to the bright colors of the other. Perhaps if she'd had more time to heal from the new revelations of her past, she might have had the strength to pick what she really wanted, but the shadows still guided her decisions for now.
Not expecting to be presented with an option so soon, Thal leaned forward to inspect the choices before her. Feeling that she had no right to a 'light' future, Thal raised her finger reluctantly to point at the darker deck of tarot cards, even as her eyes were drawn to the bright colors of the other. Perhaps if she'd had more time to heal from the new revelations of her past, she might have had the strength to pick what she really wanted, but the shadows still guided her decisions for now.
I have an alibi.
I have a shadow self.
I have a shadow self.
Thalassa
