- You think that you're the man. I think, therefore, I am. -
Thal has never been one to swim in the same circles as leaders and politicians, but Dantalion isn't just the Theocrat of her new home, he happens to be her friend's 'significant other.' That alone is enough of a reason for her to feel like reaching out, although her quest is a pretty good motivator as well. But if she's going to be close to Asta, it seems like a good idea to get to know Danta a little better, if only to see for herself who's stolen into the Butcher's heart.
She lounges against the end of the bridge that leads to one of the many islands of the Grounds, lazily flicking her dagger as she waits for him to appear. Her signature look hasn't changed, black on black on black with a hint of silver flashing throughout. The only difference is her lack of cloak, not feeling a need to hide and not feeling enough of the cold to miss the extra layer over her long sleeves. So when the Maverick appears, her dark obsidian-like horns are on full display around her head, catching the light as she nods her head in greeting. "Danta. Good to see you." Her smile is sharp and feline as she asks, "Ready to help me find some echo sharks?"
She lounges against the end of the bridge that leads to one of the many islands of the Grounds, lazily flicking her dagger as she waits for him to appear. Her signature look hasn't changed, black on black on black with a hint of silver flashing throughout. The only difference is her lack of cloak, not feeling a need to hide and not feeling enough of the cold to miss the extra layer over her long sleeves. So when the Maverick appears, her dark obsidian-like horns are on full display around her head, catching the light as she nods her head in greeting. "Danta. Good to see you." Her smile is sharp and feline as she asks, "Ready to help me find some echo sharks?"
Thalassa
- I'm not your friend or anything, damn -
