Thought you had your shit together, but damn, I was wrong
She basks in the presence of her goddess, feeling the pulse of heat and flickering of shadows before the voice resonates in her chest, emboldening and soothing in its familiar rumble. It makes her smile a little sharper, a fanged greeting to the mother of her kind.
The teasing chastisement has her head tilting, wondering if she is uncertain. Thal knows that she wants to be stronger, knows that she wants to help the Family, knows that she wants to fight. But there's still that small voice that sometimes calls out from beneath the waves, casting doubts and fears that don't coexist with the violet motivations she now carries. Does that make her uncertain?
Shrugging her shoulders to cast aside the thoughts, she says something she knows without a doubt: "These are uncertain times." And although she relishes in the chaos, something tells her the outcome might not be to her liking, and that is something she's unsure of. Still, she won't disappoint the goddess, and she determines to strengthen her resolve, her spine straightening as she says, "I'll do better." A promise and a vow wrapped in blood and mischief.
Then the quest is laid before her, and Thal dips her head in reverent appreciation. "Thank you, Dygra. They will be done." No 'uncertainty' or doubt taints her tone, a characteristic stubbornness making her confidence ring in the chamber.
She waits until the presence fades, turning over her new tasks in her mind before departing, slipping back into the waters like a shadow beneath the waves, suggestive of something dangerous nearby.
[FIN]
The teasing chastisement has her head tilting, wondering if she is uncertain. Thal knows that she wants to be stronger, knows that she wants to help the Family, knows that she wants to fight. But there's still that small voice that sometimes calls out from beneath the waves, casting doubts and fears that don't coexist with the violet motivations she now carries. Does that make her uncertain?
Shrugging her shoulders to cast aside the thoughts, she says something she knows without a doubt: "These are uncertain times." And although she relishes in the chaos, something tells her the outcome might not be to her liking, and that is something she's unsure of. Still, she won't disappoint the goddess, and she determines to strengthen her resolve, her spine straightening as she says, "I'll do better." A promise and a vow wrapped in blood and mischief.
Then the quest is laid before her, and Thal dips her head in reverent appreciation. "Thank you, Dygra. They will be done." No 'uncertainty' or doubt taints her tone, a characteristic stubbornness making her confidence ring in the chamber.
She waits until the presence fades, turning over her new tasks in her mind before departing, slipping back into the waters like a shadow beneath the waves, suggestive of something dangerous nearby.
[FIN]
Thalassa
You ain't nothin' but a lost cause
