Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Other than lost pride, she can't find a reason to argue with Vesper's logic. Thal is content to follow his lead, although she remains somewhat distracted by the heat that crawls through her veins. This time, her threat is slightly less sharp, edged with a serious yet mischievous fanged grin. "Fine, but you laugh, you get burned." Her magic flickers in emphasis, twining through her fingers in an elegant dance.
Lifting her chin to the cold Deepfrost air, she recalls the words required of her curse. "I have to thay: 'Lestttther leather... never weathered... wetter weather better.'" Each word holds a pause between it as she concentrates on what comes next, only the first word really giving her trouble with the S's. It makes her teeth grind silently with the effort as she avoids his gaze for a moment, the familiar anger flaring brightly in her mind. Maybe she just needs more alcohol to loosen her tongue.
Accepting the bottle again, she dangles it from her fingers like one of her blades. Her head tilts in a way that has another flash of lightning catching the sharp points of her dark blue-black horns, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she lifts the bottle to them. "Don't be stho sthurpristhed. Mostht girlsth aren't asth innothent asth they look, including your sthisthter." The last word stumbles through her teeth, but she thinks he gets the point, especially as her eyes take on a fiery glow. She may not have met his sister, but any young woman knows that her thoughts linger on the scandalous more frequent than men realize. They're just better at disguising the filthy thoughts. Vesper should know that better than anyone.
Finally taking a large gulp of the whiskey, Thal lets out a hum that rings melodiously into the starry night sky. "Hmm... Sthoundsth like an interesthting character. An incapathitating item might work to weaken them, like a poisthon?" It'd certainly make them more susceptible to whatever the young woman might want out of the person, making them defenseless to her charms and nearly harmless to her physically.
Lifting her chin to the cold Deepfrost air, she recalls the words required of her curse. "I have to thay: 'Lestttther leather... never weathered... wetter weather better.'" Each word holds a pause between it as she concentrates on what comes next, only the first word really giving her trouble with the S's. It makes her teeth grind silently with the effort as she avoids his gaze for a moment, the familiar anger flaring brightly in her mind. Maybe she just needs more alcohol to loosen her tongue.
Accepting the bottle again, she dangles it from her fingers like one of her blades. Her head tilts in a way that has another flash of lightning catching the sharp points of her dark blue-black horns, a devilish smile playing on her lips as she lifts the bottle to them. "Don't be stho sthurpristhed. Mostht girlsth aren't asth innothent asth they look, including your sthisthter." The last word stumbles through her teeth, but she thinks he gets the point, especially as her eyes take on a fiery glow. She may not have met his sister, but any young woman knows that her thoughts linger on the scandalous more frequent than men realize. They're just better at disguising the filthy thoughts. Vesper should know that better than anyone.
Finally taking a large gulp of the whiskey, Thal lets out a hum that rings melodiously into the starry night sky. "Hmm... Sthoundsth like an interesthting character. An incapathitating item might work to weaken them, like a poisthon?" It'd certainly make them more susceptible to whatever the young woman might want out of the person, making them defenseless to her charms and nearly harmless to her physically.
