The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
It appeared that people didn't quickly forget arsonists in Sidhe Village. A few were glancing her way, mumbling things that she certainly didn't think were compliments on her ingenuity. She'd have to play her cards right if she was going to slip past and to the base without further detection.
Dipping her head for a moment, her glamour fell into place, horns, fangs, and tail vanishing to give her a more innocent and 'pretty' appearance. When she looked up again, Thal was no longer 'dangerous' or 'intimidating,' but 'soft' and 'naive.' She pulled down her hood to look at the woman who'd accused her, tilting her head in confusion as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I just got here." Meanwhile, she kept making her way towards the base.
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Thalassa uses her glamour to try to convince the people she's not the one who started the fires.
Dipping her head for a moment, her glamour fell into place, horns, fangs, and tail vanishing to give her a more innocent and 'pretty' appearance. When she looked up again, Thal was no longer 'dangerous' or 'intimidating,' but 'soft' and 'naive.' She pulled down her hood to look at the woman who'd accused her, tilting her head in confusion as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about. I just got here." Meanwhile, she kept making her way towards the base.
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Thalassa uses her glamour to try to convince the people she's not the one who started the fires.
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
