Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
Grinning in greeting to the two, she followed at a leisurely pace towards the cafe. Thal didn't really want to talk about the training where she'd ended on her face in the sand, but she gave Hadama a small dip of her head in respect for their session. It'd been quite a learning experience if nothing else, and she had no doubt they would continue their tradition in seasons to come.
The cafe they entered was quaint. Not really her style, but pleasant enough for their lunch. She followed inside, taking in the windows with a view to the river below and the tables spattered with people. When she'd taken her seat across from the Mer King, Thal's face shifted into a serious frown. It wasn't necessarily sympathetic but concerned all the same. "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know what killed them?" Had it been the same thing for both? Or just coincidence? Should she be worried about her own safety? Or theirs?
The cafe they entered was quaint. Not really her style, but pleasant enough for their lunch. She followed inside, taking in the windows with a view to the river below and the tables spattered with people. When she'd taken her seat across from the Mer King, Thal's face shifted into a serious frown. It wasn't necessarily sympathetic but concerned all the same. "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know what killed them?" Had it been the same thing for both? Or just coincidence? Should she be worried about her own safety? Or theirs?
