She bows to no one.
"Hmm. Sounds annoying." To have to worry about singed clothes and strange anatomical origins. It makes her all the more confused about the reason. She tilts her head, blue eyes squinting in thought. "Were you still able to control it? Like moving it through the air?" Thal tries and fails to imagine launching a fireball from her spine. Her own magic has served mainly practical purposes, pulling it from one place to another, but she can't imagine lighting a candle on her back.
If Kiada has questions about her past, she's polite enough to keep them to herself, and Thal appreciates the focus on her ship, a smile coming easily with the topic. She shrugs her shoulders again, trying not to read into the excitement that flares in her chest. "I suppose if you ever want a ride, you're welcome to join me." Her voice is nonchalant, trying to play it cool even as the 'friendly' offer still lingers in the air.
If Kiada has questions about her past, she's polite enough to keep them to herself, and Thal appreciates the focus on her ship, a smile coming easily with the topic. She shrugs her shoulders again, trying not to read into the excitement that flares in her chest. "I suppose if you ever want a ride, you're welcome to join me." Her voice is nonchalant, trying to play it cool even as the 'friendly' offer still lingers in the air.
Thalassa
