\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
She stayed impressively still throughout it all, having heard most of the details from Asta. Her only acknowledgements were the occasional nod of her head or narrowing of her eyes, especially as Maea spoke of her assault, her already pale face looking gaunt as she refused to meet her eyes. A simmering heat twisted in the other direction, suddenly wondering if he'd been killed in the end, or if she could seek him out.
When the Ancient looked up again, Thal's voice was low with thinly veiled aggression. "Whether you liked Asta's methods or not, that man deserved to suffer for what he did to you - for making you feel unsafe. If I'd been there..." The blaze of her blue eyes spoke of what cruel torture the man might have experienced, blood and violence on the tip of her tongue. That is - if she hadn't killed him on sight. Would Maea have called her a monster too? For defending her? For giving in to her primal nature?
It was something they might have to discuss later, but Thal knew there was more to the story, and she gave a quiet nod of her head for Maea to move on.
When the Ancient looked up again, Thal's voice was low with thinly veiled aggression. "Whether you liked Asta's methods or not, that man deserved to suffer for what he did to you - for making you feel unsafe. If I'd been there..." The blaze of her blue eyes spoke of what cruel torture the man might have experienced, blood and violence on the tip of her tongue. That is - if she hadn't killed him on sight. Would Maea have called her a monster too? For defending her? For giving in to her primal nature?
It was something they might have to discuss later, but Thal knew there was more to the story, and she gave a quiet nod of her head for Maea to move on.
Thalassa
