Thalassa
Thal frowned at the Broadcast - although not for the reasons Hadama might suspect. She could feel the rage, the anger that had manifested in the tumbling destruction of the Tower. It echoed through her like a call, summoning and demanding in all the ways that made her want to please and sooth, to appease the forces at play in the remnants of her mind. She vowed to do so in any way possible, starting with information.
Putting some distance between her and the moss, she let a worried expression settle on her face. "That's too bad. Do you have enough flowers to continue?" Her question was innocent enough, a concerned friend wondering if she needed to assist in the search for more. Nothing in her demeanor suggested there was anything off about her inquiry, years of leadership giving her the skills to disguise her ulterior motive.
Her eyebrow raised at the mention of the spider, morbid pride hidden behind the surprise in her eyes. "Sounds formidable." Although not formidable enough if they'd been able to defeat it. Either way, she shrugged her shoulders, flicking her inky black hair behind her back as she moved into the easy stance of an agile brawler, relaxed and fluid in preparation for whatever attack may come her way. "Sure. Why don't you go first?" There was a mischievous quirk to her lips, promising that she wouldn't be at a disadvantage if he chose to do so.
Putting some distance between her and the moss, she let a worried expression settle on her face. "That's too bad. Do you have enough flowers to continue?" Her question was innocent enough, a concerned friend wondering if she needed to assist in the search for more. Nothing in her demeanor suggested there was anything off about her inquiry, years of leadership giving her the skills to disguise her ulterior motive.
Her eyebrow raised at the mention of the spider, morbid pride hidden behind the surprise in her eyes. "Sounds formidable." Although not formidable enough if they'd been able to defeat it. Either way, she shrugged her shoulders, flicking her inky black hair behind her back as she moved into the easy stance of an agile brawler, relaxed and fluid in preparation for whatever attack may come her way. "Sure. Why don't you go first?" There was a mischievous quirk to her lips, promising that she wouldn't be at a disadvantage if he chose to do so.
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
Learned my lesson way too long ago
