Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Watching Vesper take a seat, she flattens the hair that threatens to lift slightly from where it falls down her back. Luckily, her blue-black horns make it hard for the dark hair to get far, but the sensation reminds her of all the creepy sensations she's been getting lately. And the way the shadows continue to hug the man before her, she wonders if it's just people like him messing with everyone. Perhaps his sisters have similar abilities along with mischievous minds.
Less than concerned about his level of luck, Thal just shrugs her shoulders. Obviously, her luck hasn't been great lately, so she can't really spare a single ounce of sympathy for him. However, liquor is made to be shared, and she lets him take the bottle from her grasp without encouraging her flames to lick at his skin. She's quite proud of herself for that one.
The stairs dig into her back when she leans back to admire another strike of lightning. Its light accents Vesper's words and she scoffs, flicking her flame-covered hand in dismissal. "Noth yeth. The thpiritth have it outh for me ath the moment." And even if Dygra had answered her prayer, her daggers were her first priority. Perhaps once her tongue had learned to behave, she'd brave the shrine again. For now, she glances sideways in return. "You?" She remembers him saying something about his sister, but that word is a little too hard to say right now, so she leaves it vague. He could take it as her forgetting or lack of true interest. She couldn't care less.
Less than concerned about his level of luck, Thal just shrugs her shoulders. Obviously, her luck hasn't been great lately, so she can't really spare a single ounce of sympathy for him. However, liquor is made to be shared, and she lets him take the bottle from her grasp without encouraging her flames to lick at his skin. She's quite proud of herself for that one.
The stairs dig into her back when she leans back to admire another strike of lightning. Its light accents Vesper's words and she scoffs, flicking her flame-covered hand in dismissal. "Noth yeth. The thpiritth have it outh for me ath the moment." And even if Dygra had answered her prayer, her daggers were her first priority. Perhaps once her tongue had learned to behave, she'd brave the shrine again. For now, she glances sideways in return. "You?" She remembers him saying something about his sister, but that word is a little too hard to say right now, so she leaves it vague. He could take it as her forgetting or lack of true interest. She couldn't care less.
