The quiet, singing voice of the rose.
It was little hard to see everything going on from her place on the ground, but Thal nearly snickered at the confused sounds of the villagers. Apparently, her little plan had worked, leaving her virtually unnoticed as she made her way towards the base, her body slithering easily over the already-charred undergrowth.
She even had the pleasure of hearing Maea get caught. Mel's voice was hard to miss after all, even if she was currently invisible to the naked eye. It made Thal's tongue flicker with delight, practically tasting victory already, but she wouldn't let her guard down, moving quickly to eat up the distance between her and the awaiting safety of the base.
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Thalassa continues making her way towards the base in her lava wyrm shift.
She even had the pleasure of hearing Maea get caught. Mel's voice was hard to miss after all, even if she was currently invisible to the naked eye. It made Thal's tongue flicker with delight, practically tasting victory already, but she wouldn't let her guard down, moving quickly to eat up the distance between her and the awaiting safety of the base.
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Thalassa continues making her way towards the base in her lava wyrm shift.
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
