The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Thal is more conscious of Asta's attention, unsure whether it's due to his new shadowy counterpart or her own intense concentration. She treads carefully either way, doing her best not to think about all the things Vesper had thrown at her - about how she might be different or how Asta might take that. So she shrugs her shoulders, dangling her glass like it sits upon a ledge, leaning neither one way or the other. "I think they're growing stronger and Dygra would be doing us a disservice if she wasn't preparing us for what's to come." The glorious chaos that's poised to rain across Caido.
The goddess had certainly made it sound like she had nothing to worry about, her only concern being for Thal's wellbeing. It makes her all the more curious of how other races are faring, and she tilts her head with a bit of snarky pride. "Do you think the other gods are doing the same?" They don't have such a loving maternal goddess who blesses them in the same way, however, she knows of the flowers they bestow and the weapons they might be willing to forge, and she has no doubt it's the kind of information that others might find useful.
The goddess had certainly made it sound like she had nothing to worry about, her only concern being for Thal's wellbeing. It makes her all the more curious of how other races are faring, and she tilts her head with a bit of snarky pride. "Do you think the other gods are doing the same?" They don't have such a loving maternal goddess who blesses them in the same way, however, she knows of the flowers they bestow and the weapons they might be willing to forge, and she has no doubt it's the kind of information that others might find useful.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
