The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Thal gets the gut feeling that something is off, but it's hard to distinguish from all the other shifting emotions and information that swim in the purple abyss of her mind. Maybe that's why she clings only to the reality of what she can see, determined to believe that she hasn't changed and he hasn't changed and they haven't changed. It helps that Asta puts on a convincing performance. She doesn't notice anything other than the interest in his gaze, accounting it to the topic of conversation more than her.
Unbothered by his comment, Thal's laughter chimes between them, light with amusement. "I guess you're right." And she usually wouldn't care either, having rarely spared a single thought for the deities, but something draws her to the information. Her shoulders come up in a shrug to dismiss any strangeness from the sudden interest. "It's more of a morbid curiosity for all those who aren't as lucky as us." She's mostly referring to their alignment with Dygra.
Unbothered by his comment, Thal's laughter chimes between them, light with amusement. "I guess you're right." And she usually wouldn't care either, having rarely spared a single thought for the deities, but something draws her to the information. Her shoulders come up in a shrug to dismiss any strangeness from the sudden interest. "It's more of a morbid curiosity for all those who aren't as lucky as us." She's mostly referring to their alignment with Dygra.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
