Maea's reluctance made Thal want to sigh, but she chose instead to lay back, closing her eyes as her own feet inched closer to the fire. It seemed simple enough to her just to pick something, even as Maea seemed to struggle with it. Peeking open a single blue eye like a cat, she asked, "Why don't you make glass sculptures? I've seen them do it with fire in Torchline." They were actually really pretty, although she'd never admit to that.
On other topics, Thal tried to recall when she'd met the Mer King. She hummed thoughtfully, trying to think back (along with her writer). It'd seemed like they'd known each other forever. "No... I think it was when we fixed the fountain up? We ended up sparring after. It's become somewhat of a friendship since. He's helped me through some things, and I've helped him with training." Some of those 'things' being her daggers, and the lovely event of Maea's disappearance. The thought made her shift uncomfortably in her chair, taking another long sip of her scotch.
It didn't surprise her that Maea wanted to talk with a goddess about the universe and the meaning of the world. Thal just liked being with her, almost like being with a - The thought arrived to the same conclusion as her companion. Mother. That was the word. The one that described what it felt like to be welcomed, loved, and supported unconditionally by Dygra. Thal had to smile a little, nodding her head. "Me too."
She lapsed into silence for a moment, just enjoying the peace of company and warmth. The rain splattered the window, accenting the crackle of the fireplace in a soothing symphony. Thal let out a harmonious hum to the noise as a question came to mind. "Is it silly to say I want to make her proud?" Her voice was soft, somewhat vulnerable by the question, although she thought she knew the answer.
On other topics, Thal tried to recall when she'd met the Mer King. She hummed thoughtfully, trying to think back (along with her writer). It'd seemed like they'd known each other forever. "No... I think it was when we fixed the fountain up? We ended up sparring after. It's become somewhat of a friendship since. He's helped me through some things, and I've helped him with training." Some of those 'things' being her daggers, and the lovely event of Maea's disappearance. The thought made her shift uncomfortably in her chair, taking another long sip of her scotch.
It didn't surprise her that Maea wanted to talk with a goddess about the universe and the meaning of the world. Thal just liked being with her, almost like being with a - The thought arrived to the same conclusion as her companion. Mother. That was the word. The one that described what it felt like to be welcomed, loved, and supported unconditionally by Dygra. Thal had to smile a little, nodding her head. "Me too."
She lapsed into silence for a moment, just enjoying the peace of company and warmth. The rain splattered the window, accenting the crackle of the fireplace in a soothing symphony. Thal let out a harmonious hum to the noise as a question came to mind. "Is it silly to say I want to make her proud?" Her voice was soft, somewhat vulnerable by the question, although she thought she knew the answer.
thalassa
so don't waste the time i don't have
