Thalassa
Hands getting cold
She smiles at the dramatics, knowing that any party at the Dusklight will always be 'booming'. That's one of the reasons it's so popular - although being owned by the Theocrat definitely helps.
Regardless, it's nice to see Asta in his element, the pride and fulfillment hard to miss on his features. It's something she's happy to fuel, a mock serious expression on her face as she nods her head. "As they should." His sharp teeth and towering figure have never truly scared her, but she can understand why others might want to practice caution in his presence, and she shoots him a wink of respect.
But then his question makes her pause, her expression falling for a moment as her head tilts in consideration. There's a faint reluctance to be alone that she swallows back, even as she knows Asta won't judge her for it. "I think... it might be nice to visit the Dusklight for a little while, see you in action." To be around people - around their people despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. Thal flashes him a playful grin, hoping to summon some of her usual confident swagger as she says, "Although I might need a shower and change of clothes. I don't think I'm dressed fancy enough for this 'booming' party." She glances down at her usual outfit - the one distinctly dusted with travel and ash. Unlike his intimidating uniform, Thal gets the sense that it would have the opposite effect on her reputation.
Regardless, it's nice to see Asta in his element, the pride and fulfillment hard to miss on his features. It's something she's happy to fuel, a mock serious expression on her face as she nods her head. "As they should." His sharp teeth and towering figure have never truly scared her, but she can understand why others might want to practice caution in his presence, and she shoots him a wink of respect.
But then his question makes her pause, her expression falling for a moment as her head tilts in consideration. There's a faint reluctance to be alone that she swallows back, even as she knows Asta won't judge her for it. "I think... it might be nice to visit the Dusklight for a little while, see you in action." To be around people - around their people despite the exhaustion pulling at her limbs. Thal flashes him a playful grin, hoping to summon some of her usual confident swagger as she says, "Although I might need a shower and change of clothes. I don't think I'm dressed fancy enough for this 'booming' party." She glances down at her usual outfit - the one distinctly dusted with travel and ash. Unlike his intimidating uniform, Thal gets the sense that it would have the opposite effect on her reputation.
Losing feeling is getting old
Was I made from a broken mold?
Was I made from a broken mold?
