Thalassa
Flashing him a teasing raise of her eyebrow, she speaks quietly enough for only Vesper to hear. "Well, how about we try not talking so we can hear the singing."
Evidently though, it doesn't take long for the sound to appear, Thal's body becoming more alert as his words confirm what her ears detect. Her head nods discretely in confirmation, distracted by the familiar tune that coils around her heart. It's the same one that she'd heard faintly in dreams, the one Hadama sang for her, the one that feels like it should hold some deeper meaning that she can't recall. It's a lullaby that sings of laughter and peace, safety and security.
She steals a glance at Vesper, wondering if he hears the same song, or if it's something only for her, forged on lost memories and forgotten moments. Either way, she creeps forward, her dagger now firmly in her hand as she watches the shifting fog, waiting for something tangible to peek out.
A glowing light slowly filters through the haze of darkness, a beacon of hope that suggests they might find an escape from the dingy, smelly environment. It tempts her like the promise of 'home' and 'comfort,' cuddled against a large soothing form. Whether it's a distant memory or a wish, who knows as she slams her eyes shut to clear her mind of the hallucination. She takes a deep, clarifying breath as she summons her flames, pushing them forward to clear the fog so they might spot the target, only a sliver of her blue eyes visible as she crouches, ready to attack.
Evidently though, it doesn't take long for the sound to appear, Thal's body becoming more alert as his words confirm what her ears detect. Her head nods discretely in confirmation, distracted by the familiar tune that coils around her heart. It's the same one that she'd heard faintly in dreams, the one Hadama sang for her, the one that feels like it should hold some deeper meaning that she can't recall. It's a lullaby that sings of laughter and peace, safety and security.
She steals a glance at Vesper, wondering if he hears the same song, or if it's something only for her, forged on lost memories and forgotten moments. Either way, she creeps forward, her dagger now firmly in her hand as she watches the shifting fog, waiting for something tangible to peek out.
A glowing light slowly filters through the haze of darkness, a beacon of hope that suggests they might find an escape from the dingy, smelly environment. It tempts her like the promise of 'home' and 'comfort,' cuddled against a large soothing form. Whether it's a distant memory or a wish, who knows as she slams her eyes shut to clear her mind of the hallucination. She takes a deep, clarifying breath as she summons her flames, pushing them forward to clear the fog so they might spot the target, only a sliver of her blue eyes visible as she crouches, ready to attack.
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Would you like me to be quiet?
