And once the water starts to rise
and heaven's out of sight,
and heaven's out of sight,
After her last few days, Thal's spent a decent amount of time avoiding conversations with people. Some might call it wallowing, she considered it a reassessment of her decisions, primarily around one: Why had she chosen to trust Maea? It wasn't a hard question, but she convinced herself that she needed an army of reasons to feel better about being made a fool of. She'd been a new Ancient looking desperately for a 'friend like her.' She'd been young, still trying to navigate Caido. She'd felt like Maea knew some of her struggles. She'd enjoyed their little adventures.
But for every reason, Thal was able to come up with two more of why she'd been wrong.
Her feet dangled over the top of the cliff, the crash of the waterfall drowning out the list she'd started in her head. It helped when she couldn't hear herself think for a moment, and she let out a soft sigh, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes. Her cascade of dark waves brushed against the back of her black blouse, parting around the dark igneous of her curving horns. She sat there, soaking in the scent of blood and the hum of water, losing track of time in the peacefulness, but it didn't last long before she grew restless, her body constantly begging to move.
Pushing her hands against the stone, she straightened to peer down at the pool below. She hadn't noticed the approach of another person, and she silently cursed herself for missing something in the midst of her mental break. Luckily, the woman didn't appear to be a threat, dipping her toes in the water without a care in the world. So Thal just narrowed her eyes, stilling any movements to a predatory calm as she waited to see what the newcomer might do.
But for every reason, Thal was able to come up with two more of why she'd been wrong.
Her feet dangled over the top of the cliff, the crash of the waterfall drowning out the list she'd started in her head. It helped when she couldn't hear herself think for a moment, and she let out a soft sigh, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes. Her cascade of dark waves brushed against the back of her black blouse, parting around the dark igneous of her curving horns. She sat there, soaking in the scent of blood and the hum of water, losing track of time in the peacefulness, but it didn't last long before she grew restless, her body constantly begging to move.
Pushing her hands against the stone, she straightened to peer down at the pool below. She hadn't noticed the approach of another person, and she silently cursed herself for missing something in the midst of her mental break. Luckily, the woman didn't appear to be a threat, dipping her toes in the water without a care in the world. So Thal just narrowed her eyes, stilling any movements to a predatory calm as she waited to see what the newcomer might do.
she'll want the Devil on her team
Thalassa
