Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
His flattery makes her laugh, the sharp glint in her eyes matching his apt assessment. "I'll update you when it's over, although you'll probably see the signs." The bodies of idiots washing up on shores around Caido, a pissed off captain blazing through the oceans to whip her crew into shape, rumors of compasses tattooed to foreheads and butt cheeks; or Thal spending more time off the water than on, maybe even a smile more readily on her face. Whatever the results, it would be blatantly obvious how the test had gone.
Thal listens closely to his birthday plans, trading the bit of jealousy for a warm smile. She lets out a low hum as she tilts her head back, letting the warmth of alcohol and good company curl through her chest. "Hmm. I haven't spent any time in the House of Midnight, but I've heard incredible things about it." Its magical properties as well as its explicit nature had intrigued her, but she'd never gotten around to visiting. Perhaps it was time to change that.
At the mention of Halo, she shares in his shiver, having no desire to think about the cold, or turning to stone. Yet a bit of curiosity twinges at the piece of his history, and she tilts her head to look at him. "Do you miss Halo?" Even if she could never understand the appeal of such a frozen wasteland - in this life or the next - she wonders if it calls to him the way the ocean has always called to her, like home.
Thal listens closely to his birthday plans, trading the bit of jealousy for a warm smile. She lets out a low hum as she tilts her head back, letting the warmth of alcohol and good company curl through her chest. "Hmm. I haven't spent any time in the House of Midnight, but I've heard incredible things about it." Its magical properties as well as its explicit nature had intrigued her, but she'd never gotten around to visiting. Perhaps it was time to change that.
At the mention of Halo, she shares in his shiver, having no desire to think about the cold, or turning to stone. Yet a bit of curiosity twinges at the piece of his history, and she tilts her head to look at him. "Do you miss Halo?" Even if she could never understand the appeal of such a frozen wasteland - in this life or the next - she wonders if it calls to him the way the ocean has always called to her, like home.
Thalassa
