She bows to no one.
Thal doesn't recognize the deeper meaning in Kiada's words, or the past life lived, simply accepting the words as they are - a commonality. Shrugging her shoulders in indifference, she watches the woman shift into a lial, a creature she hasn't seen often outside of the climb. Thal's head tilts to inspect the reptilian form. She might have been jealous if not for the lack of wings. Her own lyvern form was much more convenient in various situations, and she wouldn't trade it for anything.
As if sensing the nearby predators, the trio of glotters literally slide into view, using the sloped bank as a means to splash into the river. Their little yips to each other mix with the crashing water, sparkling through the cold air as they twist under the surface a few times then run back up to do it all over again. They might have gone about their game, ignorant of the threats, if they hadn't spotted the subtle glow of Kiada's lava eyes through the trees. One of them squeaks fearfully, moving to vanish into the forest cover before either of them could react. Another stops dead in its tracks to change directions, diving for a rock. But Thal's too quick, her dagger flying through the air to hit its mark. Its skin sizzles as the fire bursts from the blade. The high-pitched screech is too late to warn the third who's momentum is already carrying it down the slope and straight towards the hungry lial.
As if sensing the nearby predators, the trio of glotters literally slide into view, using the sloped bank as a means to splash into the river. Their little yips to each other mix with the crashing water, sparkling through the cold air as they twist under the surface a few times then run back up to do it all over again. They might have gone about their game, ignorant of the threats, if they hadn't spotted the subtle glow of Kiada's lava eyes through the trees. One of them squeaks fearfully, moving to vanish into the forest cover before either of them could react. Another stops dead in its tracks to change directions, diving for a rock. But Thal's too quick, her dagger flying through the air to hit its mark. Its skin sizzles as the fire bursts from the blade. The high-pitched screech is too late to warn the third who's momentum is already carrying it down the slope and straight towards the hungry lial.
Thalassa
