The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
Being so tiny made things a lot easier as Thal slipped between the thorns and branches. They didn't catch or hinder her progress, the leaves barely brushing her head in most spots, however, apparently something was giving her away. Perhaps it was the sizzling of the grass beneath her that drew Maea's molten tiger closer, the scent of burning foliage hard to avoid.
She didn't have many options of avoiding the pale Ancient. Shifting into her lyvern would immediately get her spotted, just as her Ancient would get caught among the thorns. And she didn't have access to her fire magic while shifted, leaving her quite vulnerable to Maea's discovery. Trying to avoid any burnable objects, Thal slithered deeper into the underbrush, hoping to make it too difficult to spot her within.
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Thalassa moves deeper into the bushes while still in her lava wyrm shift!
She didn't have many options of avoiding the pale Ancient. Shifting into her lyvern would immediately get her spotted, just as her Ancient would get caught among the thorns. And she didn't have access to her fire magic while shifted, leaving her quite vulnerable to Maea's discovery. Trying to avoid any burnable objects, Thal slithered deeper into the underbrush, hoping to make it too difficult to spot her within.
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Thalassa moves deeper into the bushes while still in her lava wyrm shift!
The song that promised all might be well,
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
all might be well,
that all manner of things might be well.
Thalassa
