The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
Her eyes widen with interest, her face stretches into a cunning smile. "Treat it as a recruiting point?" The words are laced with a low laughter, amused with the idea of people fleeing their inferior deities in the face of the Family's might. She shrugs her shoulders, sipping her whiskey with a casual pace that speaks of her current lack of stress. "I guess whatever gets people to see that Dygra is the best." The blue of her eyes glitter in their mutual agreement of the goddess's superiority, although she can't say she likes the idea of inviting cowards to join their ranks.
Speaking of, Thal rolls the bottom of her glass on the table, tilting her head as she recalls the memory. "I met a new Ancient a few months ago. I don't think she liked me very much." She huffs a chuckle, lifting an eyebrow as if to ask, 'Are you surprised?' After all, she's apparently not a very likeable person in general - not that she's bothered by it. At least that's what she hopes her too-sharp grin says to Asta.
Speaking of, Thal rolls the bottom of her glass on the table, tilting her head as she recalls the memory. "I met a new Ancient a few months ago. I don't think she liked me very much." She huffs a chuckle, lifting an eyebrow as if to ask, 'Are you surprised?' After all, she's apparently not a very likeable person in general - not that she's bothered by it. At least that's what she hopes her too-sharp grin says to Asta.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
