And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Most of her trip back to Torchline had been filled with a single, very intriguing topic of thought around Asta's recent visit. He hadn't actually told her that much about the guild - what with its 'secret' nature and whatnot - but that only made her more excited to find out for herself.
The moment The Marauder was docked, she left Spook in charge with directions to prep for the coming test. It was another part of her assessment, seeing how well they could prepare for a long journey without her. Should they forget something, Thal wasn't going to fix their mistake, they'd have to deal with it on their own. In some cases, it may be inconvenient for them, in others, deadly.
While they figure out whether they're going to sink or swim in the coming days, Thal makes her way to the Hanged Man, purpose clipping at her heeled boots. It's too early in the day for the bar to be busy, most people sleeping off the night before - or gods forbid, doing their jobs. It makes it that much easier to spot the blonde. Thal approaches to lean against the counter, nodding a little more respectfully than she might have previously, having learned about her surprising status as the guild leader of such an organization. "Flora." She tilts her head as if assessing the woman in a new light, a sharp smile indicating her approval. "Asta sent me. He said you might have a... 'business proposition' for me." The raise of her eyebrows should be enough implication, the flick of her tail and gleam in her eyes the only evidence of her excitement.
The moment The Marauder was docked, she left Spook in charge with directions to prep for the coming test. It was another part of her assessment, seeing how well they could prepare for a long journey without her. Should they forget something, Thal wasn't going to fix their mistake, they'd have to deal with it on their own. In some cases, it may be inconvenient for them, in others, deadly.
While they figure out whether they're going to sink or swim in the coming days, Thal makes her way to the Hanged Man, purpose clipping at her heeled boots. It's too early in the day for the bar to be busy, most people sleeping off the night before - or gods forbid, doing their jobs. It makes it that much easier to spot the blonde. Thal approaches to lean against the counter, nodding a little more respectfully than she might have previously, having learned about her surprising status as the guild leader of such an organization. "Flora." She tilts her head as if assessing the woman in a new light, a sharp smile indicating her approval. "Asta sent me. He said you might have a... 'business proposition' for me." The raise of her eyebrows should be enough implication, the flick of her tail and gleam in her eyes the only evidence of her excitement.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
