The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
Spotting the white gore crow, she gave a teasing grin, her frustrations lessening at finding Maea. However, despite her victory, shouts and calls from nearby vendors had her ducking out to avoid their ire. She'd diminished her flames, but apparently hadn't been enough. Thal grumbled a half-apology, putting out any fires that may have caught.
When she made her way out, she had plenty of leads to follow. A loud, suspicious sounds came from nearby, but a puff of dirt from the tracks she'd found earlier was what ultimately enticed her. Like a woman on a mission, Thal quickened her pace, a low tendril of fire reaching forth to look for invisible people.
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Thalassa pursues the tracks/sound behind the buildings (Alys).
When she made her way out, she had plenty of leads to follow. A loud, suspicious sounds came from nearby, but a puff of dirt from the tracks she'd found earlier was what ultimately enticed her. Like a woman on a mission, Thal quickened her pace, a low tendril of fire reaching forth to look for invisible people.
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Thalassa pursues the tracks/sound behind the buildings (Alys).
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
