The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
Although she still hadn't been spotted, it was apparent that Maea was close on her trail, and all she was doing was backing herself into a corner. She couldn't change how she scorched the earth around her, but she could hope that it clogged the molten tiger's nose enough to keep her from noticing as she moved away.
With all the stealth she could muster, Thal slinked through the leaves, thorns, and branches to make her way towards the base. It wasn't hard when she was in such a small form, but she kept her eyes and ears(?) open as she moved. Her lava body moved quickly, skirting around the backside of the bush and out, hoping not to be caught.
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Thalassa starts moving towards the base in her lava wyrm shift!
With all the stealth she could muster, Thal slinked through the leaves, thorns, and branches to make her way towards the base. It wasn't hard when she was in such a small form, but she kept her eyes and ears(?) open as she moved. Her lava body moved quickly, skirting around the backside of the bush and out, hoping not to be caught.
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Thalassa starts moving towards the base 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
