Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Accepting the drink, she takes a whiff of the liquid as she listens to Asta. It gives her a strange sense of a woodsy fire fighting against an icy chill. She takes a small sip, savoring the rich whiskey that tastes like a flaring bonfire on her tongue. Thal could get used to this kind of alcohol, the kind that's meant to be drunk in swishes rather than gulps.
Asta's explanation pulls her from the pleasant feeling in her mouth. She isn't sure how more tongue twisters is supposed to help, but she controls her expressions enough not to roll her eyes as she starts to work through the words, "Thay, thun, that, thee, th - th - zth -" The 'Z' makes a strange buzzing sound against her teeth, not even closely resembling the consonant. Thal clenches her jaw against the noise, grasping her glass more tightly. At least Asta doesn't seem to laugh at her, giving her the motivation to let out a strained sigh before continuing, "Zthoo. Mesthy, clasthy, dresthy, fizssy." Surprisingly, the last word comes out much easier than the others, her tongue staying trapped behind her teeth. Her eyebrows raise and she takes another sip of the whiskey to reward herself. The set of double 'S's are sounding much better than the singles. Maybe it's the prolonged noise that's helping?
She doesn't have time to linger on it as the Butcher suggests the next task. Her laughter echoes around the cozy office, further warming the atmosphere. "Now it jutht feelth like you're playing with me." He may not have said it like a joke, but it certainly feels that way. She couldn't have said that sober with a fully functioning tongue, let alone one that refuses to cooperate. Thal shakes her head. "Nope. Different one." Despite her refusal, her face has a humorous smile, finding the tongue twister funny coming from Asta's lips.
Asta's explanation pulls her from the pleasant feeling in her mouth. She isn't sure how more tongue twisters is supposed to help, but she controls her expressions enough not to roll her eyes as she starts to work through the words, "Thay, thun, that, thee, th - th - zth -" The 'Z' makes a strange buzzing sound against her teeth, not even closely resembling the consonant. Thal clenches her jaw against the noise, grasping her glass more tightly. At least Asta doesn't seem to laugh at her, giving her the motivation to let out a strained sigh before continuing, "Zthoo. Mesthy, clasthy, dresthy, fizssy." Surprisingly, the last word comes out much easier than the others, her tongue staying trapped behind her teeth. Her eyebrows raise and she takes another sip of the whiskey to reward herself. The set of double 'S's are sounding much better than the singles. Maybe it's the prolonged noise that's helping?
She doesn't have time to linger on it as the Butcher suggests the next task. Her laughter echoes around the cozy office, further warming the atmosphere. "Now it jutht feelth like you're playing with me." He may not have said it like a joke, but it certainly feels that way. She couldn't have said that sober with a fully functioning tongue, let alone one that refuses to cooperate. Thal shakes her head. "Nope. Different one." Despite her refusal, her face has a humorous smile, finding the tongue twister funny coming from Asta's lips.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
