Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Seeing his glamour unsettles her every time, and the discomfort tingling down her spine doubles in strength. She almost holds her breath against the sight, like it might keep her face from looking like she'd smelled something rancid. It just doesn't look like Asta, only the thick rumble of his accent soothing her urge to recoil from whoever it is.
Yet his barking laughter is infectious, and Thal can't help the way she almost loses it at the absurdity of it all, her own laughter chiming through his. Different names and different people, like ghosts living under their skin. She has to rub her own eyes to stop from chuckling at his lack of horns as she leans in close, her fangs catching a flash of lightning above them. "'Deal.' 'Trade.' 'Threat.' Whatever you want to call it, I'm in." And if there's a hint of a plea in there, Thal will absolutely deny it, even as the names still echo in her ears like an obnoxious buzz.
Whether it's the taste of dead names on her tongue or the cold, the hair on her arms raises, a shiver threatening to start at the base of her spine. She pulls the fire closer, laughing through the rising discomfort. "Maybe we should go look at getting some dry clothes on. I think we might be bordering on hysterics." Not that she particularly expects to have anything the size of a baby giant, but they'll figure it out.
Yet his barking laughter is infectious, and Thal can't help the way she almost loses it at the absurdity of it all, her own laughter chiming through his. Different names and different people, like ghosts living under their skin. She has to rub her own eyes to stop from chuckling at his lack of horns as she leans in close, her fangs catching a flash of lightning above them. "'Deal.' 'Trade.' 'Threat.' Whatever you want to call it, I'm in." And if there's a hint of a plea in there, Thal will absolutely deny it, even as the names still echo in her ears like an obnoxious buzz.
Whether it's the taste of dead names on her tongue or the cold, the hair on her arms raises, a shiver threatening to start at the base of her spine. She pulls the fire closer, laughing through the rising discomfort. "Maybe we should go look at getting some dry clothes on. I think we might be bordering on hysterics." Not that she particularly expects to have anything the size of a baby giant, but they'll figure it out.
Thalassa
