She bows to no one.
Despite the instinct to lead in silence, Thal almost laughs at the absurdity of their weakness. They have so much power, yet nature itself conspires against them every year, threatening to solidify them in frozen stone. It's pathetic and embarrassing, but a commonality they share. "Fair enough. I hate going out in the cold if I can avoid it." Her own shiver echoes Kiada's. She hasn't experienced many Deepfrosts as an Ancient, and she doesn't remember the ones before, but what little time she's spent in snow has been miserable, full of slow reflexes and aching limbs. Last year, she'd spent most of her time between Torchline and the Hollowed Grounds. She wonders if this year might be the same, full of jumping from one heat source to another.
Recognizing the area ahead of them, Thal gestures forward with her head. "They were right over here." The dark side of the path hid a gap in the trees that opened onto the riverbed. Stepping under the low-hanging branches, Thal scans the flowing water, ears open for the tell-tale sounds of the playing glotters.
Recognizing the area ahead of them, Thal gestures forward with her head. "They were right over here." The dark side of the path hid a gap in the trees that opened onto the riverbed. Stepping under the low-hanging branches, Thal scans the flowing water, ears open for the tell-tale sounds of the playing glotters.
Thalassa
