// smile like you mean it //
“Oh, so she can follow orders.” He trills playfully, as if they’re having a conversation about Thalassa without the Ancient being around, like he’s talking to some invisible figure as they search for the shells. Or perhaps the butcher is simply speaking to the shells?
Either way, the low rumble of a chuckle accentuates his playful teasing, for the bow he offers her in return as they pause their search. But she spins on her heel and twirls her hand and the butcher’s long strides bring him right back up to her side, tail wagging contently behind him. “Oh? Where was it lost?” He probes with a snort, still not fully having made the connection that he’d seen the mirror in action in the past.
It’s fine, Thal can be the sole witness to his embarrassment. One he staves off even longer as he nudges a few more shells with the tip of his shoe, flipping over a sand dollar in the process but still finding no conch shell.
Either way, the low rumble of a chuckle accentuates his playful teasing, for the bow he offers her in return as they pause their search. But she spins on her heel and twirls her hand and the butcher’s long strides bring him right back up to her side, tail wagging contently behind him. “Oh? Where was it lost?” He probes with a snort, still not fully having made the connection that he’d seen the mirror in action in the past.
It’s fine, Thal can be the sole witness to his embarrassment. One he staves off even longer as he nudges a few more shells with the tip of his shoe, flipping over a sand dollar in the process but still finding no conch shell.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
