Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Her head nods in agreement, relief flowing through her to see him with his characteristic horns again, his smile sharpening to something she recognizes. She figures it goes without saying that their sharing of secrets includes a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement, but it's still nice to know she shouldn't be expecting to hear that name again anytime soon.
Thal accepts his hand, unfolding herself from the ground with a tiny twinge of stiffness settling in her limbs. Luckily, Asta is already on the move, his flames falling around their forms like a cloak of protection from the cold. Still a little high on laughter, it bubbles up again in a low chuckle that sounds almost like a giggle. "You're such a gentleman." Whether it's a compliment or a teasing insult is anyone's guess, her smile playfully sharp, but she doesn't complain about the fire at her back, soaking in the warmth as she twists her own flame between her fingers. The rain sizzles around them, and she almost laughs again at how not stealthy they are - a glowing blanket of fire crunching and steaming through the forest. If they hadn't scared off all the prey with their laughter, they were certainly gone now.
Walking next to him, she has to glance up at his words, another short burst of laughter coming easily. "'In front'? I might sit in the fire." Because although she isn't getting any colder, there's a chill in her bones that will take a minute to defrost. Although she won't actually subject Asta to that strange positioning of conversation, even if her mischievous smile suggests otherwise. "But the bourbon is a given."
Despite the damp cold, Thal is relaxed, continuing to poke and tease as her apartment becomes visible in the distance. "Whose idea was it to come out here again?" Her eyes look to him in her peripheral, shining with an unfiltered humor that flows without hesitation. There's no sign of the caution or calculations that usually line the sharpness of her gaze, just a casual banter that pulls at her lips.
Thal accepts his hand, unfolding herself from the ground with a tiny twinge of stiffness settling in her limbs. Luckily, Asta is already on the move, his flames falling around their forms like a cloak of protection from the cold. Still a little high on laughter, it bubbles up again in a low chuckle that sounds almost like a giggle. "You're such a gentleman." Whether it's a compliment or a teasing insult is anyone's guess, her smile playfully sharp, but she doesn't complain about the fire at her back, soaking in the warmth as she twists her own flame between her fingers. The rain sizzles around them, and she almost laughs again at how not stealthy they are - a glowing blanket of fire crunching and steaming through the forest. If they hadn't scared off all the prey with their laughter, they were certainly gone now.
Walking next to him, she has to glance up at his words, another short burst of laughter coming easily. "'In front'? I might sit in the fire." Because although she isn't getting any colder, there's a chill in her bones that will take a minute to defrost. Although she won't actually subject Asta to that strange positioning of conversation, even if her mischievous smile suggests otherwise. "But the bourbon is a given."
Despite the damp cold, Thal is relaxed, continuing to poke and tease as her apartment becomes visible in the distance. "Whose idea was it to come out here again?" Her eyes look to him in her peripheral, shining with an unfiltered humor that flows without hesitation. There's no sign of the caution or calculations that usually line the sharpness of her gaze, just a casual banter that pulls at her lips.
Thalassa
