She bows to no one.
Shrugging her shoulders, Thal flicks her daggers over her fingers again. "Extra seasoning for future meals." And this time, she lets out a small chuckle to accent her fanged grin. It comes more naturally, the banter rolling off her tongue without a second thought. After all, what's the harm in a little conversation? And the conversation feels effortless with Kiada, who seems to laugh so easily with a virtual stranger.
It relaxes Thal, and she tilts her head, comfortable enough to explore the curiosity that rises from the information. "From your spine? Seems like a strange place for your magic to come from." Although others might find it just as strange that theirs originates from nowhere.
She flips her dagger in the air, trying not to scare the woman off with the depth of her interest as she asks, "So this is your third world? You think it will stick this time?" Having never considered searching out another world, she doesn't know what it entails or how it may change her. She's become quite attached to her horns and fangs. It would be sad to lose them in a new environment so soon after coming to embrace them.
It relaxes Thal, and she tilts her head, comfortable enough to explore the curiosity that rises from the information. "From your spine? Seems like a strange place for your magic to come from." Although others might find it just as strange that theirs originates from nowhere.
She flips her dagger in the air, trying not to scare the woman off with the depth of her interest as she asks, "So this is your third world? You think it will stick this time?" Having never considered searching out another world, she doesn't know what it entails or how it may change her. She's become quite attached to her horns and fangs. It would be sad to lose them in a new environment so soon after coming to embrace them.
Thalassa
