She can't hide the surprise that moves across her face. Perhaps she isn't as alone as she thinks. But is that what she needs to do? Start anew? What does that even entail? Does she need to forget the gap in her mind? Or reject the woman who claims to be her mother? It feels like such an overwhelming task to take on and just the thought makes her nauseous.
Thal lifts a new dagger to let the familiar movement ease her discomfort as she asks softly, "How do you separate the two?" Her voice borders on desperate, but isn't that what she is? She's been floundering for so long, trying to grasp at the reigns of her life only to slip back into the darkness. Now she finds herself on a precipice, teetering between the familiar embrace of nothingness and the unknown. And it terrifies her.
So she's more than happy for a distraction when her gaze falls on the newcomer. The captain doesn't hesitate to offer the axe, but she adds a stern word of warning. "Don't mess around with this. You might lose an eye." The young Ancient blanches slightly but accepts the weapon with silent determination in her eyes. It makes Thal's lips twitch into a subtle smile, watching as she rushes to join a group of other young Ancients admiring their new gear. Part of her starts to understand why Asta likes this, even if she won't admit it yet. She covers the emotion with another sip of her hot chocolate.
The topic of Dygra isn't one she shies from, always maintaining a healthy fear and loyalty. Thal understands his point, having never felt like she'd disappointed the goddess with her own choice of chaos. However, his question reminds her of just another relationship that's suffered in recent months. Laughing coldly, she raises an eyebrow at Asta. "After I got cursed the first time I tried? Yes; she gave me the quest for my daggers." She isn't sure if that counts as 'two' answered prayers, or one with a guaranteed answer the second time. Either way, it doesn't feel like very much. Her last effort ended in the breaking of her heart echoing in the silence, but she wonders if that had been for the best. She wouldn't have been very good company.
Thal lifts a new dagger to let the familiar movement ease her discomfort as she asks softly, "How do you separate the two?" Her voice borders on desperate, but isn't that what she is? She's been floundering for so long, trying to grasp at the reigns of her life only to slip back into the darkness. Now she finds herself on a precipice, teetering between the familiar embrace of nothingness and the unknown. And it terrifies her.
So she's more than happy for a distraction when her gaze falls on the newcomer. The captain doesn't hesitate to offer the axe, but she adds a stern word of warning. "Don't mess around with this. You might lose an eye." The young Ancient blanches slightly but accepts the weapon with silent determination in her eyes. It makes Thal's lips twitch into a subtle smile, watching as she rushes to join a group of other young Ancients admiring their new gear. Part of her starts to understand why Asta likes this, even if she won't admit it yet. She covers the emotion with another sip of her hot chocolate.
The topic of Dygra isn't one she shies from, always maintaining a healthy fear and loyalty. Thal understands his point, having never felt like she'd disappointed the goddess with her own choice of chaos. However, his question reminds her of just another relationship that's suffered in recent months. Laughing coldly, she raises an eyebrow at Asta. "After I got cursed the first time I tried? Yes; she gave me the quest for my daggers." She isn't sure if that counts as 'two' answered prayers, or one with a guaranteed answer the second time. Either way, it doesn't feel like very much. Her last effort ended in the breaking of her heart echoing in the silence, but she wonders if that had been for the best. She wouldn't have been very good company.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
