Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
The mystery of the mirror continues, even as Thal is distracted by Asta's unfamiliar appearance. She watches him as closely as she watches the mirror, intrigued by how different he looks, still trying to shake the unsettling feeling. Thal takes a sip of her own whiskey, glad to have her own horns and fangs back in place.
As he raises from the desk, she nearly offers to do whatever it was he was testing for, not wanting to further strain his injuries with her gift. But then a second image of him appears, from lack of Ancient features to splint to disheveled clothes, it's a perfect replication of the Butcher. She leans forward with interest, twisting in her seat so that she could see better. His comment makes her laugh as she comes to rest her chin on the arm rest, eyes shimmering with amusement to see his unhappy frown. "I did sthay you needed a comb." Maybe that would be her next gift to him - a garishly ornate comb.
"Interesthting mirror though. Maybe ith'll come in handy during batthle." Because that's always her first thought - or something nefarious. Either one seems right up Asta's alley, and she's satisfied to know the item will be put to good use. With the mystery solved, Thal downs the rest of her whiskey, not caring if her head is starting to swim. After all, she's made noticeable progress on her curse and had a pleasant time bonding with Asta. There doesn't seem to be any other reason to let her rational thoughts linger, might as well just lose herself in the pleasant hum of alcohol and warmth.
As if to say as much, she stifles a yawn. She hasn't felt this at ease in a long time. Despite how everything had started and all the fun since, she finds herself relaxing, melting further into the chair. If only to assure him that she's not falling asleep, she says, "I decthided to take your advicthe. I found a placthe in Levinsthward. I move in thisth week." Her crew is already planning a party to christen her new home, and she has to hide the genuine smile for her rowdy crew. Glancing up at Asta, she adds, "Thanksth." For the advice, for the practice, for the friendship. Thal feels like she has a lot to thank him for.
As he raises from the desk, she nearly offers to do whatever it was he was testing for, not wanting to further strain his injuries with her gift. But then a second image of him appears, from lack of Ancient features to splint to disheveled clothes, it's a perfect replication of the Butcher. She leans forward with interest, twisting in her seat so that she could see better. His comment makes her laugh as she comes to rest her chin on the arm rest, eyes shimmering with amusement to see his unhappy frown. "I did sthay you needed a comb." Maybe that would be her next gift to him - a garishly ornate comb.
"Interesthting mirror though. Maybe ith'll come in handy during batthle." Because that's always her first thought - or something nefarious. Either one seems right up Asta's alley, and she's satisfied to know the item will be put to good use. With the mystery solved, Thal downs the rest of her whiskey, not caring if her head is starting to swim. After all, she's made noticeable progress on her curse and had a pleasant time bonding with Asta. There doesn't seem to be any other reason to let her rational thoughts linger, might as well just lose herself in the pleasant hum of alcohol and warmth.
As if to say as much, she stifles a yawn. She hasn't felt this at ease in a long time. Despite how everything had started and all the fun since, she finds herself relaxing, melting further into the chair. If only to assure him that she's not falling asleep, she says, "I decthided to take your advicthe. I found a placthe in Levinsthward. I move in thisth week." Her crew is already planning a party to christen her new home, and she has to hide the genuine smile for her rowdy crew. Glancing up at Asta, she adds, "Thanksth." For the advice, for the practice, for the friendship. Thal feels like she has a lot to thank him for.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
