Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
Just before the music begins to play, Thal slips her way into the Temple on quiet feet. Despite her brief interaction with Kiada thus far, she's a Grounds citizen now, and it seems strange not to attend the biggest even of Flowerbirth, so she reluctantly finds herself here - in a dress.
She recognizes a few faces but feels otherwise out of place in the jubilant atmosphere. The bust of her gown starts as a solid navy-blue shade before it darkens to a deep blue that borders black, like the chiffon of the dress has been dyed by the deepest depths of the ocean. It whispers against her legs as she makes her way through the shadows lining the pews.
Spotting Astaroth and Dantalion, she decides she might as well sit with them. Not wanting to disrupt whatever conversation they're having, Thal slides into the row behind them, adjusting the dark curtain of her hair so that it curls down the front of her chest, only barely hiding the way her dress shows off her assets. The movement makes the delicate silver chains along her horns shimmer in the light, tinkling softly in the quiet hum of people. As her hands settles to her lap, she checks for the hidden daggers against her legs - then waits.
She recognizes a few faces but feels otherwise out of place in the jubilant atmosphere. The bust of her gown starts as a solid navy-blue shade before it darkens to a deep blue that borders black, like the chiffon of the dress has been dyed by the deepest depths of the ocean. It whispers against her legs as she makes her way through the shadows lining the pews.
Spotting Astaroth and Dantalion, she decides she might as well sit with them. Not wanting to disrupt whatever conversation they're having, Thal slides into the row behind them, adjusting the dark curtain of her hair so that it curls down the front of her chest, only barely hiding the way her dress shows off her assets. The movement makes the delicate silver chains along her horns shimmer in the light, tinkling softly in the quiet hum of people. As her hands settles to her lap, she checks for the hidden daggers against her legs - then waits.
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
