Contemplatin', beg your pardon
Despite her comfort with the movement, it gets away from her at the last second, the hammer shifting to subvert all the momentum she'd gathered. She contains a curse as it slips and the pin launches above the last man's. Although it isn't the worst display, Thal can't bring herself to be proud of the result. Luckily, she has something else to 'distract' her, and she offers the wiggling weapon back to Pierce without hesitation. Her shoulders come up in a shrug, a wolfish grin on her lips as she lays out the returning challenge. "Maybe I'm just wondering how you stack up against some of the others." There's a not-so-subtle approving glance towards Vesper before she meets Pierce's gaze again, her smile all dares and sizzling heat as she departs.
Thal catches the demigod's eyes again, her tail 'accidentally' brushing against him as she passes, blue eyes not missing a single thing - his lightning quick response to her, the bundle of colorful chaos under his arm, the soft words he shares with his sister, the strength of his strike. She soaks it all in, filing it with careful precision as information for later, pieces of a puzzle she's still working out.
Her turn comes again quickly, although she notes the difference in the game, analyzing how she might approach this next round. In the end, she decides to treat it the same as all the others - shooting for the high number. Taking the light hammer, she shoots Pierce another playful wink as she raises her arm. Keeping her blue eyes on him, she lets her arm fall gently to barely tap against the surface.
Thalassa taps the hammer.
Thal catches the demigod's eyes again, her tail 'accidentally' brushing against him as she passes, blue eyes not missing a single thing - his lightning quick response to her, the bundle of colorful chaos under his arm, the soft words he shares with his sister, the strength of his strike. She soaks it all in, filing it with careful precision as information for later, pieces of a puzzle she's still working out.
Her turn comes again quickly, although she notes the difference in the game, analyzing how she might approach this next round. In the end, she decides to treat it the same as all the others - shooting for the high number. Taking the light hammer, she shoots Pierce another playful wink as she raises her arm. Keeping her blue eyes on him, she lets her arm fall gently to barely tap against the surface.
Thalassa taps the hammer.
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
