Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
After glancing closely at a particularly white rock that proves to not be the flowers they're looking for, Thal loses any interest in the hunt. She doesn't know what had ever given her the impression that she might be the one to find the elusive flowers. It seems silly now, especially when faced with the uncertainty that doesn't quite fit Asta's features.
Her eyes look to his again, expression blank yet open as he speaks. "You didn't. You only mentioned that you were close to death..." She recalls the scars that litter his body, giving her somewhat of an idea of how severe everything had been, but he'd never mentioned why he'd been treading death's doorway, only that the goddess had been his means of salvation.
Her eyes look to his again, expression blank yet open as he speaks. "You didn't. You only mentioned that you were close to death..." She recalls the scars that litter his body, giving her somewhat of an idea of how severe everything had been, but he'd never mentioned why he'd been treading death's doorway, only that the goddess had been his means of salvation.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
