Fool me once, fool me twice
Are you death or paradise?
Are you death or paradise?
Shifting her cloak back over her exposed daggers, she watched Maea bandage up her arm. She could still feel the remnants of the Bloodbane stinging through her body, making her inexplicably tired. But maybe that was just the emotional expenditure of recent events. Whatever the reason, the compliment rang hollowed, and Thal just shrugged her shoulders. "Then maybe you shouldn't be so worried about hurting me." The urge to launch back into an argument tried to claw up her throat, yet she pushed it down forcefully, worried anymore discussion might actually send the Ancient running.
Although skeptical, she gave Maea a curt nod. Only time would tell whether she fulfilled her vow. Thal wouldn't hold her breath; however, she also wouldn't let the woman slip into hiding again, if only out of selfish annoyance. Pulling from a nearby lantern, she wrapped a tendril of fire back through her fingers. The chill had started to make them stiff and her muscles tight with exhaustion, but they quickly loosened with the heat. Her tears had dried, and the adrenaline had left her, leaving only an emptiness that she needed to process.
Sighing, Thal turned to look towards her walk home, the lightning in the distance a beacon of warmth and sleep. Her words were soft, but resigned, leaving the decision to Maea. "If I don't run into you again soon, you can find me on The Marauder or my new place in Levinsward." Whether the information surprised the Ancient, she didn't really care. It probably didn't even matter. With a wave of her hand, she moved to leave. A single thought made her pause, looking back to confirm that it hadn't been a dream, that Maea really was alive. Once she'd done so, she left with a quiet whisper, "I'm glad you're not dead."
[FIN]
Although skeptical, she gave Maea a curt nod. Only time would tell whether she fulfilled her vow. Thal wouldn't hold her breath; however, she also wouldn't let the woman slip into hiding again, if only out of selfish annoyance. Pulling from a nearby lantern, she wrapped a tendril of fire back through her fingers. The chill had started to make them stiff and her muscles tight with exhaustion, but they quickly loosened with the heat. Her tears had dried, and the adrenaline had left her, leaving only an emptiness that she needed to process.
Sighing, Thal turned to look towards her walk home, the lightning in the distance a beacon of warmth and sleep. Her words were soft, but resigned, leaving the decision to Maea. "If I don't run into you again soon, you can find me on The Marauder or my new place in Levinsward." Whether the information surprised the Ancient, she didn't really care. It probably didn't even matter. With a wave of her hand, she moved to leave. A single thought made her pause, looking back to confirm that it hadn't been a dream, that Maea really was alive. Once she'd done so, she left with a quiet whisper, "I'm glad you're not dead."
[FIN]
Now you'll never see me cry
There's just no time to die
There's just no time to die
Thalassa
