The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Teleporting was a weird experience that she'd only ever experienced in the Grounds' Bonfire. Hadama's magic felt different, wrapping around her in a pulse of light that looked strange against her dark demeanor. But she still raised an impressed eyebrow as they appeared in Hak Etme. Sand immediately whipped by their feet, the sun pelting down on their heads. It didn't bother Thal despite her layers of cloth and leather. If anything, she was quite comfortable, tucking a hand in her pocket. Her head turned lazily to assess their surroundings for the spar, getting a lay of the land and what little there was.
Meanwhile, Hadama seemed eager to start. Not that she blamed him. They'd barely been there five minutes and she could swear his lips were cracking. She grinned at his insistence, cocking her head dangerously. "Are you sure? You're looking a little... parched." And despite the mischievous glint of her eyes, there's a grain of worry hidden amongst their depths. He'd asked for this, but she wondered if he knew what he was getting into. Out of respect for him (and concern), she unsheathed her daggers, standing casually as she said, "Why don't you start?"
Meanwhile, Hadama seemed eager to start. Not that she blamed him. They'd barely been there five minutes and she could swear his lips were cracking. She grinned at his insistence, cocking her head dangerously. "Are you sure? You're looking a little... parched." And despite the mischievous glint of her eyes, there's a grain of worry hidden amongst their depths. He'd asked for this, but she wondered if he knew what he was getting into. Out of respect for him (and concern), she unsheathed her daggers, standing casually as she said, "Why don't you start?"
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
