And it burns like a gin and I like it,
Thal has to respect the woman's bluntness, nodding her head along with the analysis. She's certainly not one to waste time - or a lucrative opportunity. Lucky for Flora, she doesn't want to be at the top of the Thieves Guild, her crew fills her 'babysitting' quota and then some, she doesn't need more people under her thumb. So, she focuses into the other issue, her eyes narrowing to something dark and serious, wiping the smile from her face. "I won't be a squeaky wheel or weak link. If that's what you're worried about, you won't find it here." She pauses, eyes scanning the queen. "I haven't survived this long out of pure luck." That includes learning where she can push said luck.
Her smile only twists forward again at the question, thin and sharp. Thal lets the question linger for a moment, like she just might refuse, even though they both know exactly what her answer will be. When she finally speaks, it's firm and binding, her words a contract amongst her kind. "I'm in." As if she passed some kind of test, Thal is tempted to relax, but she waits, poised for whatever else Flora may have in mind to tell her.
Her smile only twists forward again at the question, thin and sharp. Thal lets the question linger for a moment, like she just might refuse, even though they both know exactly what her answer will be. When she finally speaks, it's firm and binding, her words a contract amongst her kind. "I'm in." As if she passed some kind of test, Thal is tempted to relax, but she waits, poised for whatever else Flora may have in mind to tell her.
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
