The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
As she walked through the village, Thal's eyes spotted a trailing of footsteps off to the back of the buildings. She immediately went to follow them, scanning the ground for more tracks so she might catch whoever was hiding there. However, as she stepped to pursue them, a loud shout from nearby drew her attention. Her head whipped around to see where it had come from, noticing a merchant swatting at something in her stall.
A wicked grin spread across her face as she changed courses towards the commotion. Her fire lingered around her, but she diminished it to weave through the various vendors, keeping her eyes peeled for what may have aggravated the woman.
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Thalassa searches the stalls!
A wicked grin spread across her face as she changed courses towards the commotion. Her fire lingered around her, but she diminished it to weave through the various vendors, keeping her eyes peeled for what may have aggravated the woman.
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Thalassa searches the stalls!
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
