When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
Nodding her head, Thal debates between a few options before finally settling on a curvy brown bottle with a glistening white wax seal over the cork. She spins easily on her heels, snagging two glasses with the movement before setting them on the desk with a soft clink and a slightest optimistic expression. "Found this sweet white rum in the Greatwood but haven't had a chance to try it." Which means that if it doesn't taste good, it's not her fault.
Thal tears into the wax and pops the cork as she glances to the dagger Asta holds, the one she'd spent hours polishing and sharpening after it'd been procured from the bottom of the ocean. Raising an amused brow, she pours a generous portion into each glass. "That particular one was from a chest that a merfolk pulled up." She laughs, offering Asta his rum-filled glass with a wicked grin. "I traded them my steak dinner for it." Not a fair trade if you ask her, but they'd seemed happy enough.
Her bottom hits her chair and her booted feet lift to rest on the table, glass dangling from her fingers as she asks, "Any other adventures planned after you see Danta?"
Thal tears into the wax and pops the cork as she glances to the dagger Asta holds, the one she'd spent hours polishing and sharpening after it'd been procured from the bottom of the ocean. Raising an amused brow, she pours a generous portion into each glass. "That particular one was from a chest that a merfolk pulled up." She laughs, offering Asta his rum-filled glass with a wicked grin. "I traded them my steak dinner for it." Not a fair trade if you ask her, but they'd seemed happy enough.
Her bottom hits her chair and her booted feet lift to rest on the table, glass dangling from her fingers as she asks, "Any other adventures planned after you see Danta?"
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
