Her eyes catch the towering man easily in the crowd. Tilting her head as a manner of greeting, she says, "Astaroth." Despite her expression, there's no anger in her voice, only quiet acceptance of the situation. That doesn't stop her from rolling her eyes at the following comment, nearly laughing at the absurdity, but keeping her mouth shut. And as much as she wants to interrogate Asta about what questionable thing he might have her do today, Thal tries to contain her brashness while keeping in mind the fortune teller's words. 'Don't lead with emotions,' she tells herself.
Her 'patience' pays off when he explains the plan, leading her to a booth full of people and supplies. An icy breeze seems to support his sentiments, forcing an army of goosebumps along her covered arms. She can't deny that their race has a major disadvantage this time of year, but it surprises her to see Asta appear so... soft. The smile he gives her isn't like the blood-drenched ones she's used to, full of violent promises and too-sharp teeth. It's almost kind. And it has her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Moving a little stiffly, she steps behind the booth with him. "Are we selling them? Or giving them away?" She's about as familiar with 'charity' as people might expect of a pirate captain.
Her 'patience' pays off when he explains the plan, leading her to a booth full of people and supplies. An icy breeze seems to support his sentiments, forcing an army of goosebumps along her covered arms. She can't deny that their race has a major disadvantage this time of year, but it surprises her to see Asta appear so... soft. The smile he gives her isn't like the blood-drenched ones she's used to, full of violent promises and too-sharp teeth. It's almost kind. And it has her eyes narrowing suspiciously. Moving a little stiffly, she steps behind the booth with him. "Are we selling them? Or giving them away?" She's about as familiar with 'charity' as people might expect of a pirate captain.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
