The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
When the crew finally made it up the coast to King's End, Thal took a break from everyone else, letting them explore the port and city on their own, without her breathing down their backs. Instead, she broke out alone, hands shoved in pockets as she wandered the region. She hadn't spent much time in the area, especially with all the snow still littering the ground. It already stiffened her joints, her movements sluggish against the cold. As such, she was drawn like a moth to where a fire reportedly stood at the center of a maze.
Not wanting to waste time getting lost in a row of sentient hedges, Thal flew as a lyvern towards the middle, easily spotting the flames that rose from an ornate pit. Landing gracefully, she adjusted her cloak around her shoulders, stepping close enough to let her fingers play in the tendrils of flame. A low hum started in her chest, almost a purr with a melody that twisted through the garden like a comforting ocean breeze that called to the tides.
Not wanting to waste time getting lost in a row of sentient hedges, Thal flew as a lyvern towards the middle, easily spotting the flames that rose from an ornate pit. Landing gracefully, she adjusted her cloak around her shoulders, stepping close enough to let her fingers play in the tendrils of flame. A low hum started in her chest, almost a purr with a melody that twisted through the garden like a comforting ocean breeze that called to the tides.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
