\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Happy to be a distraction from his troubles, Thal clings to the humor. Looking closely at his expression, she hums in mock scrutiny. "Oh. Very poor indeed. You need more glowering." Her smile disappears, replaced by a seriously deep scowl that makes her look far more intimidating than her short stature should allow. But just as quickly as it comes, she trades it for her fanged grin again, leaning close to hear what he might say.
Thal chuckles at what Asta apparently finds 'entertaining,' glancing at the commotion of the store entrance. Her smile doesn't dissipate, humming like she's enjoying the view of stupidity in action. "Hmm. Then you need to get your eyes checked, because you missed me snagging the purse from the Dragoon during the scuffle." She holds up the small leather pouch heavy with coin between them before turning to shoot him a playful wink and allowing it to vanish beneath her heavy cloak without a trace.
Twisting easily on one heeled boot, she follows Asta down the street. Her head tilts to consider the question, wavy hair catching on her dark horns. "Boring. Yours?"
Thal chuckles at what Asta apparently finds 'entertaining,' glancing at the commotion of the store entrance. Her smile doesn't dissipate, humming like she's enjoying the view of stupidity in action. "Hmm. Then you need to get your eyes checked, because you missed me snagging the purse from the Dragoon during the scuffle." She holds up the small leather pouch heavy with coin between them before turning to shoot him a playful wink and allowing it to vanish beneath her heavy cloak without a trace.
Twisting easily on one heeled boot, she follows Asta down the street. Her head tilts to consider the question, wavy hair catching on her dark horns. "Boring. Yours?"
Thalassa
