The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
She caught the outline of Alys through the smoke, chuckling lightly at her luck. But as they reset for the next round, Thal wondered if her good fortune would last. Alys was seeking, and there was a starting pattern where the last seeker got found first (okay, it was one instance, but that still made her more cautious than cocky).
As the seer counted, Thal scan for her next hiding spot. She decided against shifting again, since that hadn't really worked out well for her last time. Her other options were a chicken coop, and the market she'd somehow still left in flames. Quite certain that the shopkeepers would help her get caught more than stay hidden, she made for the chickens; however, she wasn't going unprepared. On her way past the trees and bushes, Thal lit a small fire that might draw the attention away from her hiding spot.
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Thalassa starts a small fire in the trees while she hides near the chicken coop.
As the seer counted, Thal scan for her next hiding spot. She decided against shifting again, since that hadn't really worked out well for her last time. Her other options were a chicken coop, and the market she'd somehow still left in flames. Quite certain that the shopkeepers would help her get caught more than stay hidden, she made for the chickens; however, she wasn't going unprepared. On her way past the trees and bushes, Thal lit a small fire that might draw the attention away from her hiding spot.
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Thalassa starts a small fire in the trees while she hides near the chicken coop.
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
