\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
The weight of her cold fury crested in a sneer as Maea not only seemed relatively unbothered, but flit about making tea and casually offering to explain whatever it was Thal wanted to know - as if she couldn't think of anything that might have been discussed that would have set her off. "Really? You're going to tell me everything? Because it seems like you left out quite a few details from our last conversation about him." There was a bitterness on her tongue, a venom with which she'd never spoken to Maea with, one that sizzled like acid in the air. They'd had their disagreements, their jibes and sharp words; but this was different, because she'd always thought there was a level of respect there, one that allowed honesty if nothing else. Now she felt like a fool.
She ignored the offer to sit, her tail snapping behind her, fists tightening at her sides. The cool mask of her anger was starting to fray, shredded by the blatant insult and ignorance. It already felt like she was arguing with a wall, and even as she threw out her next vicious words, Thal was losing hope that they would make any difference. "Take your pick, Maea. How about with why you can't go back to the Inner Quarter? Or the fact that you were the girl he saved that night? Or how you asked him to kill you?!" The last question rang in the room like a strike of lightning, the electricity buzzing with her rage, threatening a storm.
She ignored the offer to sit, her tail snapping behind her, fists tightening at her sides. The cool mask of her anger was starting to fray, shredded by the blatant insult and ignorance. It already felt like she was arguing with a wall, and even as she threw out her next vicious words, Thal was losing hope that they would make any difference. "Take your pick, Maea. How about with why you can't go back to the Inner Quarter? Or the fact that you were the girl he saved that night? Or how you asked him to kill you?!" The last question rang in the room like a strike of lightning, the electricity buzzing with her rage, threatening a storm.
Thalassa
