\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Astaroth's admission has her sharing in his quiet laugh, hers twisting between them like a babbling brook. "I get it. My crew quickly learned not to ask about mine." Mostly because she doesn't remember it, but also because she doesn't want to encourage things like 'surprise parties.' Any questions regarding her birthday earned a few extra hours of kitchen duty, or swabbing the deck in the rain.
As for age, Thal hasn't heard exactly how old he is, but his accent alone speaks of generational gaps that she finds extremely intriguing despite his obvious dislike. Her eyebrow raises in a silent tease that says, "Because you are," but out of courtesy for the birthday boy, she doesn't say it aloud. Although there's no mistaking the sharpness of her grin or the glint in her eyes.
The expression softens for a moment, a genuine smile on her face only for him. "Wouldn't have missed it." If only to see him out of his element, caught by surprise for once. But also because she's actually come to like the man. Not that everyone else needs to know that. She winks playfully, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen from her updo. "I heard there'd be free alcohol." For emphasis, she takes another large swig of her drink as she glances around, her lip coming up in a disgusted sneer. "Although I didn't realize there'd be so few singles. Is there no one to dance with?" Between possessive movement and goo-goo eyes, she doesn't see much room for snagging partners, and what good is a party without dancing?
One such half of a couple approaches, and Thal schools her expression into something somewhat friendly. She reaches out a hand to Isla, offering a fanged grin with it. "Thalassa."
As for age, Thal hasn't heard exactly how old he is, but his accent alone speaks of generational gaps that she finds extremely intriguing despite his obvious dislike. Her eyebrow raises in a silent tease that says, "Because you are," but out of courtesy for the birthday boy, she doesn't say it aloud. Although there's no mistaking the sharpness of her grin or the glint in her eyes.
The expression softens for a moment, a genuine smile on her face only for him. "Wouldn't have missed it." If only to see him out of his element, caught by surprise for once. But also because she's actually come to like the man. Not that everyone else needs to know that. She winks playfully, tucking a strand of hair that had fallen from her updo. "I heard there'd be free alcohol." For emphasis, she takes another large swig of her drink as she glances around, her lip coming up in a disgusted sneer. "Although I didn't realize there'd be so few singles. Is there no one to dance with?" Between possessive movement and goo-goo eyes, she doesn't see much room for snagging partners, and what good is a party without dancing?
One such half of a couple approaches, and Thal schools her expression into something somewhat friendly. She reaches out a hand to Isla, offering a fanged grin with it. "Thalassa."
Thalassa
