Contemplatin', beg your pardon
The festivities are too loud and colorful for Thal's liking, but she can't deny that they make the perfect hunting grounds for a prowling predator. Jewelry and purses 'randomly' find their way into the pockets of her cloak, lithe fingers and subtle distractive touches that go unnoticed in the bustling crowd make easy work of the ignorant citizens. It's almost too easy, and it's not long before she leans against the pillar of a cotton candy stall, blinding taking stock of her full pockets with the skilled assessment of her fingertips.
The flash of a familiar face catches her gaze - one from seasons ago, one plastered on warning flyers all around Caido, one that speaks of violence. She pauses in her mental cataloguing, a feral grin spreading across her face as she takes a moment to watch, to assess the scene for tricks or threats, to appreciate the man's strength. It seems to be nothing more than a game like many of the others scattering the plaza, although people appear to be avoiding this particular one, giving Pierce a wide berth in pursuit of safer enjoyment.
She has no such qualms, her tail flicking as she pushes off the wall. Her eyes gleam as they take him in, a low purr on her tongue. "We both know I wouldn't mind either way." And the flash of her fangs says she might just be the one doing the biting. Cocking her hip to the side, Thal offers out a hand for him to place the hammer in, shooting him a playfully coy wink. "I hope you have a good prize in store for when I win."
Thalassa chooses to play the game!
The flash of a familiar face catches her gaze - one from seasons ago, one plastered on warning flyers all around Caido, one that speaks of violence. She pauses in her mental cataloguing, a feral grin spreading across her face as she takes a moment to watch, to assess the scene for tricks or threats, to appreciate the man's strength. It seems to be nothing more than a game like many of the others scattering the plaza, although people appear to be avoiding this particular one, giving Pierce a wide berth in pursuit of safer enjoyment.
She has no such qualms, her tail flicking as she pushes off the wall. Her eyes gleam as they take him in, a low purr on her tongue. "We both know I wouldn't mind either way." And the flash of her fangs says she might just be the one doing the biting. Cocking her hip to the side, Thal offers out a hand for him to place the hammer in, shooting him a playfully coy wink. "I hope you have a good prize in store for when I win."
Thalassa chooses to play the game!
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
