- You want me to be yours, -
His quick answer elicits a low chuckle, delighted to hear that she might soon have a bone chime to accent the thunderous symphony of Levinsward outside her window. It's even better to hear that he does carve them, her mind trying to picture the dagger he describes or what other masterpieces he might make. Smiling, she finishes dressing as she says, "That sounds beautiful. I wish I could see it." Not being the 'artistic' type herself (other than singing of course), it's something she finds admirable in others, even if she doesn't always value it as a good use of time.
In her quest for compliments, Asta does not disappoint. She laughs at his correction, already feeling much more like herself. Shooting him a wink, Thal lowers her arms, the sleeves fluttering with the movement. "Good answer." Accepting his arm, she tilts her head at his question, letting him lead them out of the room. "Hmm. Something violent but elegant? Like maybe something with crashing waves or hungry flames?" Her tail flicks idly as they walk down the hall, leaning into him more as she glances up playfully through the curtain of her lashes. "I'll ultimately leave it up to you though. You're the expert."
In her quest for compliments, Asta does not disappoint. She laughs at his correction, already feeling much more like herself. Shooting him a wink, Thal lowers her arms, the sleeves fluttering with the movement. "Good answer." Accepting his arm, she tilts her head at his question, letting him lead them out of the room. "Hmm. Something violent but elegant? Like maybe something with crashing waves or hungry flames?" Her tail flicks idly as they walk down the hall, leaning into him more as she glances up playfully through the curtain of her lashes. "I'll ultimately leave it up to you though. You're the expert."
Thalassa
- well then you gotta be mine. -
