She bows to no one.
Raising an eyebrow, her eyes twinkle with undisguised humor. "Are you sure? I may have spotted some tasty elephant beetles near the village." She doesn't think the crunchy exteriors would be easy to digest, but she's never tried them before, and with enough motivation, anything is edible.
In the midst of her joking, Thal doesn't notice the way she begins to relax into the banter, guard slowly lowering in the shared experience of quenched bloodlust. If she'd cared to analyze herself (which she doesn't), she might notice the shift into friendly companionship.
So much so, that when Kiada asks after her dagger, she settles on open honestly rather than overt suspicion. Maybe it's the fact that she's already seen it in action, or maybe it's because Thal is actually trying to change. Whatever the reason, she takes a moment to admire the expert craftmanship of the weapon as she succinctly answers, "Yeah." To prove her point, Thal strikes the blade against the tree she leans on, watching with satisfaction as it bursts into a flame. Feeling the pull of magic, she manipulates the tendrils into a flicker of a dancing woman before snuffing it out. "It's pretty useful at times." And until she finally masters generating fire of her own - a necessity.
In the midst of her joking, Thal doesn't notice the way she begins to relax into the banter, guard slowly lowering in the shared experience of quenched bloodlust. If she'd cared to analyze herself (which she doesn't), she might notice the shift into friendly companionship.
So much so, that when Kiada asks after her dagger, she settles on open honestly rather than overt suspicion. Maybe it's the fact that she's already seen it in action, or maybe it's because Thal is actually trying to change. Whatever the reason, she takes a moment to admire the expert craftmanship of the weapon as she succinctly answers, "Yeah." To prove her point, Thal strikes the blade against the tree she leans on, watching with satisfaction as it bursts into a flame. Feeling the pull of magic, she manipulates the tendrils into a flicker of a dancing woman before snuffing it out. "It's pretty useful at times." And until she finally masters generating fire of her own - a necessity.
Thalassa
