Thalassa
Thal ignores the smirk on Danta's face, turning her back as she lifts the heavy stone, preferring not to look at any teasing eyes that will make her further regret her decision to land. She's already annoyed, the rock pulling awkwardly at her short arms and making it that much harder to heave across the bridge to the hole. By the time she makes it, there's a slight flush to her cheeks that fights off the cold of the coastal breeze.
"Lightning, huh? Sounds like a blast." The flat tone she uses makes it obvious the pun isn't intentional but she doesn't take it back, moving to grab another stone. "Maybe you should have just blasted holes in all the bridges and called in a day." Destruction is easier than building, after all, and if he likes the 'artistry' of it, why not share the love?
"Lightning, huh? Sounds like a blast." The flat tone she uses makes it obvious the pun isn't intentional but she doesn't take it back, moving to grab another stone. "Maybe you should have just blasted holes in all the bridges and called in a day." Destruction is easier than building, after all, and if he likes the 'artistry' of it, why not share the love?
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Would you like me to be quiet?
