\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
She enters with the ease of someone uncaring whether she's late or not. Her motions are elegant and unhurried as she dips into the Dusklight, discretely glancing around as she removes her cloak to place it on a hook. The black chiffon of her gown whispers across the floor as she makes her way through the crowd, heels clipping softly. Her bodice is a mock corset with a plunging back. To show off the seductive dip of her spine, her dark wavy hair is pinned around her black horns with diamond gems, silver dangly earrings adorning her ears.
Having only just relocated to the Grounds, she was still getting to know some of the others, and she finds herself searching for names. She recognizes Kiada, sending her a 'friendly' smile that's starting to feel more natural before her expression shifts back into nonchalance. Her blue eyes shift over Flora, Dantalion, and the irritatingly familiar man (Deimos) with a small degree of interest.
Thal ignores them all as she spots the man of the hour lingering in a corner all alone (at least once Danta leaves him). She sidles up next to Astaroth, snagging a glass of whiskey as she whispers, "If I'd known it was your birthday, I would have waited to give you that gift." Her eyes glitter under the slight raise of her eyebrow, playful and mischievous. "Although I get the feeling you didn't want anyone to know." At least that's what it usually means when someone hides from all the partygoers. She takes a large swig of her drink, leaning against the counter as she surveys the party again.
Having only just relocated to the Grounds, she was still getting to know some of the others, and she finds herself searching for names. She recognizes Kiada, sending her a 'friendly' smile that's starting to feel more natural before her expression shifts back into nonchalance. Her blue eyes shift over Flora, Dantalion, and the irritatingly familiar man (Deimos) with a small degree of interest.
Thal ignores them all as she spots the man of the hour lingering in a corner all alone (at least once Danta leaves him). She sidles up next to Astaroth, snagging a glass of whiskey as she whispers, "If I'd known it was your birthday, I would have waited to give you that gift." Her eyes glitter under the slight raise of her eyebrow, playful and mischievous. "Although I get the feeling you didn't want anyone to know." At least that's what it usually means when someone hides from all the partygoers. She takes a large swig of her drink, leaning against the counter as she surveys the party again.
Thalassa
