The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
Whether it was all her fault or not, Thal was quite pleased with the chaos that ensued. People running and yelling about in a panic sent a tiny shiver of delight down her spine. If it got too out of control, she might help put the fires out, but for now, it made the perfect cover.
Pulling up her hood, she walked out from behind the chicken coop, trying to mimic the speed and motions of those around her to blend in. Thal was practiced at melting into crowds, and she found it easy to start making her way towards the base. Now she just had to hope that the others didn't notice.
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Thalassa walks towards the base.
Pulling up her hood, she walked out from behind the chicken coop, trying to mimic the speed and motions of those around her to blend in. Thal was practiced at melting into crowds, and she found it easy to start making her way towards the base. Now she just had to hope that the others didn't notice.
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Thalassa walks towards the base.
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
