\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
She didn't want to have this conversation - fine argument - but Thal hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since meeting with Asta. With everything she now knew... it set a boil in her blood, a protective anger searing her veins. How was she supposed to continue on like this? Knowing that one of her so-called 'friends' had kept the truth from her, had said such heinous things...
Her boots snapped firmly against the wood of the stairs as she made her way to Maea's door, her expression the same one she wore when her crew messed up, the same one that told them her anger had reached the point of such an unimaginable level that no visible anger would do it justice. Knocking on the door, she waited with the deadly stillness adopted by predators on the hunt. When the Ancient finally opened the door, she would find Thal with an emotionless pull of her lips, hands 'relaxed' at her side, her tail barely even daring to flick behind her; but the silent white-hot burn of her blue eyes gave everything away as she said, "We need to talk. Now." It wasn't a request, but a demand, firm and unnegotiable.
Her boots snapped firmly against the wood of the stairs as she made her way to Maea's door, her expression the same one she wore when her crew messed up, the same one that told them her anger had reached the point of such an unimaginable level that no visible anger would do it justice. Knocking on the door, she waited with the deadly stillness adopted by predators on the hunt. When the Ancient finally opened the door, she would find Thal with an emotionless pull of her lips, hands 'relaxed' at her side, her tail barely even daring to flick behind her; but the silent white-hot burn of her blue eyes gave everything away as she said, "We need to talk. Now." It wasn't a request, but a demand, firm and unnegotiable.
Thalassa
