Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
Scoffing, she raises her head in defiance. "Well, I want both their eyes. Do you know where they're buried? I'll burn their bodies." She's half-kidding, but part of her still simmers with rage, wanting to direct it somewhere. And the culprits for Asta's trauma seems like a good spot.
Just to release some of the growing pressure, her tail flicks, a blast of fire forming behind her to sizzle against the damp floor. As if she didn't just scorch the earth for no reason, Thal nods her head at the other bit of information, somewhat disappointed that she couldn't meet whoever they were. At least they'd stopped to help him, giving him the chance to be with them now in all his annoying glory.
Converting the anger to something more teasing, her eyes glitter at the mention of Danta. "I've noticed how close you two are." And is decidedly quite jealous, although she'll never admit to such. Instead, she focuses on what that means for Asta, giving him a playful grin. "I'm glad you have him." Someone else from his 'time,' who could relate in ways that none of them could. Tilting her head, she asks curiously, "Does he know about everything?" Based on his expression, she'd guess yes, but she'd hate to talk about the topic with someone who doesn't know, to accidently spill his secret.
Just to release some of the growing pressure, her tail flicks, a blast of fire forming behind her to sizzle against the damp floor. As if she didn't just scorch the earth for no reason, Thal nods her head at the other bit of information, somewhat disappointed that she couldn't meet whoever they were. At least they'd stopped to help him, giving him the chance to be with them now in all his annoying glory.
Converting the anger to something more teasing, her eyes glitter at the mention of Danta. "I've noticed how close you two are." And is decidedly quite jealous, although she'll never admit to such. Instead, she focuses on what that means for Asta, giving him a playful grin. "I'm glad you have him." Someone else from his 'time,' who could relate in ways that none of them could. Tilting her head, she asks curiously, "Does he know about everything?" Based on his expression, she'd guess yes, but she'd hate to talk about the topic with someone who doesn't know, to accidently spill his secret.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
