Contemplatin', beg your pardon
His words earn him a playful hum, wondering just what kind of trouble he might have in mind as she takes the hammer from Pierce. She doesn't try that hard, and she's pleasantly surprised to see it nearly crash against the bell towering above, making it all the better when her skills are recognized by the man. "Did you expect anything less?" Thal shrugs her shoulders, letting her hand linger on the hammer a moment longer than necessary before taking a step back, a roguish grin on her lips.
When she finally spins on her heels, Thal is suddenly caught in a very interesting situation - while most might dread finding themselves trapped in the same airspace as two lovers, a thrill of excitement runs up and down the Ancient's spine. The idea of making either one jealous is so deliciously tantalizing that she just can't help the blaze of her eyes or the extra sway in her hips as she walks away from Pierce, her grin sharpening to something more feral as she turns her attentions to Vesper. "Miss me already?" She doesn't wait for his answer, shooting him a wink before moving to wait for further instructions in the recessed shadow of a nearby stall.
The other strange nuances of the situation aren't lost on her, spotting the two women who can only be his sisters despite their vastly different 'aesthetics,' as well as a strange figure that manifests to warp the crowds around them - they're just not as interesting as the two men her eyes flit between. She watches as Vesper surpasses her own height, a thought curling with delight to see his own strength, what he could do with it. A quiet curiosity grows as she wonders how he might stack against Pierce. Physique alone gave her the impression that it wouldn't be a fair fight.
With the next challenge presented, Thal steps forward again, weighing the strange weapon in her hands. She doesn't fight the trembling and shifting of the hammer, because - although peculiar - it doesn't bother her in the slightest. Instead, she flows with the momentum, letting it carry her arms down into the target, a competitive edge accenting her fluid motions.
Thalassa tries the new hammer!
When she finally spins on her heels, Thal is suddenly caught in a very interesting situation - while most might dread finding themselves trapped in the same airspace as two lovers, a thrill of excitement runs up and down the Ancient's spine. The idea of making either one jealous is so deliciously tantalizing that she just can't help the blaze of her eyes or the extra sway in her hips as she walks away from Pierce, her grin sharpening to something more feral as she turns her attentions to Vesper. "Miss me already?" She doesn't wait for his answer, shooting him a wink before moving to wait for further instructions in the recessed shadow of a nearby stall.
The other strange nuances of the situation aren't lost on her, spotting the two women who can only be his sisters despite their vastly different 'aesthetics,' as well as a strange figure that manifests to warp the crowds around them - they're just not as interesting as the two men her eyes flit between. She watches as Vesper surpasses her own height, a thought curling with delight to see his own strength, what he could do with it. A quiet curiosity grows as she wonders how he might stack against Pierce. Physique alone gave her the impression that it wouldn't be a fair fight.
With the next challenge presented, Thal steps forward again, weighing the strange weapon in her hands. She doesn't fight the trembling and shifting of the hammer, because - although peculiar - it doesn't bother her in the slightest. Instead, she flows with the momentum, letting it carry her arms down into the target, a competitive edge accenting her fluid motions.
Thalassa tries the new hammer!
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
