Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
At least Asta doesn't make fun of her, doesn't ask too many questions or make her feel like something strange, even as she can tell that her news catches him by surprise. She supposes that should flatter her, to know that it's not something anyone would guess about her, no matter how close she might be to them. It's not that Thal hates the idea of portions of her past lingering, having already accepted that, but she can't afford to look weak.
Rotating her glass in her hand, she pushes aside the discomfort, willing to accept a connection to the ocean over a soft personality. "Maybe." Although his next words make her want to snap and laugh at the same time. She settles for an eye roll, recalling what her 'mother' had said about her prevalence for singing - although not the kind that beckoned people to their deaths. She sneers a little at the thought, her voice quiet and bitter. "I wish." Any other words die on her lips as her attentions are suddenly fixated on Asta and the strangeness of his demeanor.
His smile seems almost nervous, his characteristically too-sharp teeth hiding. It's not something she's used to, and Thal raises an eyebrow to hear what he might have to say. The cryptic nature of his words makes them hard to piece together, like missing letters on a scrabble board where she has to fill in the blanks. As someone in the business of reading between the lines, it doesn't take her too long to figure out what he's trying to say; the little bit about the infamous Whitebrim clicks with Maea's revelation to her in this very room. Thal tilts her head, confused on why Asta looks so cautious when Maea had made it seem like something he was proud of. She shrugs her shoulders, not bothered in the slightest as she accepts the confession. "So? Does that bother you?" There's no judgement in her blue gaze, only friendly curiosity and a hint of confusion.
Rotating her glass in her hand, she pushes aside the discomfort, willing to accept a connection to the ocean over a soft personality. "Maybe." Although his next words make her want to snap and laugh at the same time. She settles for an eye roll, recalling what her 'mother' had said about her prevalence for singing - although not the kind that beckoned people to their deaths. She sneers a little at the thought, her voice quiet and bitter. "I wish." Any other words die on her lips as her attentions are suddenly fixated on Asta and the strangeness of his demeanor.
His smile seems almost nervous, his characteristically too-sharp teeth hiding. It's not something she's used to, and Thal raises an eyebrow to hear what he might have to say. The cryptic nature of his words makes them hard to piece together, like missing letters on a scrabble board where she has to fill in the blanks. As someone in the business of reading between the lines, it doesn't take her too long to figure out what he's trying to say; the little bit about the infamous Whitebrim clicks with Maea's revelation to her in this very room. Thal tilts her head, confused on why Asta looks so cautious when Maea had made it seem like something he was proud of. She shrugs her shoulders, not bothered in the slightest as she accepts the confession. "So? Does that bother you?" There's no judgement in her blue gaze, only friendly curiosity and a hint of confusion.
Thalassa
