She didn't really understand Maea' reluctance since Thal wasn't into women in that way, but she wouldn't argue the matter with a guest. However, she would argue about her friend sleeping on the floor. Her hand flicked out in dismissal that bordered on commanding. "That's not necessary. I've got plenty of dry clothes you can change into, and I really don't mind the cot. It's about as comfortable as my rack on the ship." Which wasn't saying much, but she'd spent years sleeping on the thing. It didn't bother her one bit.
Her eyes glowed against the flicker of the flames, pinching with confusion at Maea's question. "Was that not your plan to begin with?" She hadn't seemed to be using her full power when they fought on Jack Tar. After all, she remembered what that felt like. And wasn't Maea the kind of person to avoid killing anyways? They'd only just talked about the 'distasteful' practice of cannibalism and torture. It seemed like the obvious choice to Thal. Shrugging her shoulders, she took a deep sip of the scotch. "Either way, it's probably a good idea."
Logic told her to keep her mouth shut, but Thal's curiosity (and maybe some alcohol) got the better of her as she asked, "With your aversion to pain and killing, how do you manage your bloodlust?" They'd only ever hunted together once, and truthfully, she'd been too enthralled to notice the pale Ancient's actions. It made her wonder how such a stubborn person handled her own need for blood and death.
Her eyes glowed against the flicker of the flames, pinching with confusion at Maea's question. "Was that not your plan to begin with?" She hadn't seemed to be using her full power when they fought on Jack Tar. After all, she remembered what that felt like. And wasn't Maea the kind of person to avoid killing anyways? They'd only just talked about the 'distasteful' practice of cannibalism and torture. It seemed like the obvious choice to Thal. Shrugging her shoulders, she took a deep sip of the scotch. "Either way, it's probably a good idea."
Logic told her to keep her mouth shut, but Thal's curiosity (and maybe some alcohol) got the better of her as she asked, "With your aversion to pain and killing, how do you manage your bloodlust?" They'd only ever hunted together once, and truthfully, she'd been too enthralled to notice the pale Ancient's actions. It made her wonder how such a stubborn person handled her own need for blood and death.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
