Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Ever since her meeting with Hadama and Maea, Thal has been feeling somewhat excluded from everything. Sure, she's taking steps to make a place for herself in the world, but she hasn't really been 'accepted' into any of the inner workings. As a Captain, she isn't used to being the last person to know anything on her ship, but things feel different on land. People were becoming more secretive and hesitant to trust her. She couldn't necessarily blame them for that - she is a pirate after all - yet it frustrates her to be left so out of the loop.
If only to prove she can do something other than steal, Thal decides to spend her free afternoon stepping through the portal at the Grounds and into the Climb, eyes set on Frey's Breath and the elusive flowers that supposedly grow there. Her usual cloak is thrown about her shoulders, hair twisting down her back in rivulets as she steps into the heat of the familiar cavern. Her bootsteps stop short when she notices a peculiar glow through the clouds of steam. She narrows blue eyes, hands drifting to her daggers, fully aware that even though the Climb may be the 'home' of the Ancients, that didn't mean it was always safe.
If only to prove she can do something other than steal, Thal decides to spend her free afternoon stepping through the portal at the Grounds and into the Climb, eyes set on Frey's Breath and the elusive flowers that supposedly grow there. Her usual cloak is thrown about her shoulders, hair twisting down her back in rivulets as she steps into the heat of the familiar cavern. Her bootsteps stop short when she notices a peculiar glow through the clouds of steam. She narrows blue eyes, hands drifting to her daggers, fully aware that even though the Climb may be the 'home' of the Ancients, that didn't mean it was always safe.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
