When you close your eyes, do you picture me?
She chuckles through the slight budding of a thorny memory that the endearing term still brings forth, pouring and offering the glass. "Good to hear." As much as she loves the Halovian whiskey, they can't always drink the same thing, and it's not exactly an easy procurement for Ancients.
Her glass lifts to join his in a toast before redirecting to her lips, the scent reminding her of warm Longheat sunlight heating the remnants of some tropical drink, splashing her tongue in bright flavors of fun. It's a little 'young' for her liking, somehow reminiscent of girlish laughter and beach days rather than bitter brooding and burning flames. She doesn't mind it, so she shrugs her shoulders and lets the conversation flow on without commenting.
Pushing some of the sweat-slick strands of dark hair from her forehead, Thal raises a curious brow and hums thoughtfully at the plans, a touch of distaste in the curve of her lips. "Hmm. Sounds interesting. Why the Hanging Tree?" She recalls that her one trip out there had been less than enjoyable, winding up walloped by a sentient branch then wallowing in self-pity about Maea's 'death.' Luckily, Hadama had followed her, but it's not someplace she'd like to visit again.
Her glass lifts to join his in a toast before redirecting to her lips, the scent reminding her of warm Longheat sunlight heating the remnants of some tropical drink, splashing her tongue in bright flavors of fun. It's a little 'young' for her liking, somehow reminiscent of girlish laughter and beach days rather than bitter brooding and burning flames. She doesn't mind it, so she shrugs her shoulders and lets the conversation flow on without commenting.
Pushing some of the sweat-slick strands of dark hair from her forehead, Thal raises a curious brow and hums thoughtfully at the plans, a touch of distaste in the curve of her lips. "Hmm. Sounds interesting. Why the Hanging Tree?" She recalls that her one trip out there had been less than enjoyable, winding up walloped by a sentient branch then wallowing in self-pity about Maea's 'death.' Luckily, Hadama had followed her, but it's not someplace she'd like to visit again.
Thalassa
When you fantasize, am I your fantasy?
