Thalassa
They created the monster
"I'd greatly appreciate that, considering it's the entire purpose of this little field trip." She nearly rolls her eyes again, but contains it to a fanged grin that says she has every intention of them both getting their fill if they succeed in the original reason for the trip. It would be a miserable experience to have to tell Dygra, 'My bad. I didn't complete the quest because we ate the echo sharks. Oops.'
However, his following response is satisfactory, and she lets a hint of a smile peek through her glare, knowing that he's probably right. Asta would most likely side with Danta on most issues, but she has no doubt that he wouldn't like hearing that they'd been at each other's throats. So, with that potential problem solved, she watches the Ancient shift into his gore crow, reassured that a lyvern versus lyvern battle wasn't on the itinerary for the day.
When Danta is ready, she follows him to the sky, her larger wings pushing gusts of wind into the trees below. She slowly gains altitude before leveling out to scope the area, lush greenery and gentle blue waters spreading as far as her eyes can see. Even as her eyes scan for gray blobs, her ears are more attentive, listening for the haunting echo that's indicative of the sharks. Meanwhile, her wings catch wind currents, guiding them around the edges of the islands like she'd been born for the sky. On occasion, Thal glances at the corvid to ensure he's keeping up with her pace, although she doesn't slow either way, her determination and impatience making her hasty.
It takes longer than she'd like to admit before she hears anything, the wind roaring in her ears and the rustling of leaves and the crashing of waves all a little too loud to pick out the soft sound of 'voices.' Even when she notices the sound, it's too far off to make out the words, and she questions whether she's just hearing what she wants to. If only to confirm it with another, Thal drifts towards where she thinks it's coming from, letting out a low rumble to alert Danta of her possible find.
However, his following response is satisfactory, and she lets a hint of a smile peek through her glare, knowing that he's probably right. Asta would most likely side with Danta on most issues, but she has no doubt that he wouldn't like hearing that they'd been at each other's throats. So, with that potential problem solved, she watches the Ancient shift into his gore crow, reassured that a lyvern versus lyvern battle wasn't on the itinerary for the day.
When Danta is ready, she follows him to the sky, her larger wings pushing gusts of wind into the trees below. She slowly gains altitude before leveling out to scope the area, lush greenery and gentle blue waters spreading as far as her eyes can see. Even as her eyes scan for gray blobs, her ears are more attentive, listening for the haunting echo that's indicative of the sharks. Meanwhile, her wings catch wind currents, guiding them around the edges of the islands like she'd been born for the sky. On occasion, Thal glances at the corvid to ensure he's keeping up with her pace, although she doesn't slow either way, her determination and impatience making her hasty.
It takes longer than she'd like to admit before she hears anything, the wind roaring in her ears and the rustling of leaves and the crashing of waves all a little too loud to pick out the soft sound of 'voices.' Even when she notices the sound, it's too far off to make out the words, and she questions whether she's just hearing what she wants to. If only to confirm it with another, Thal drifts towards where she thinks it's coming from, letting out a low rumble to alert Danta of her possible find.
and then asked why I bite.
