Thalassa
Thal tilts her head at the idea, definitely not opposed to some destruction, even as she adds, "I still haven't met Charlie, although I saw her at Kiada's wedding." The distant visual hadn't give her a great idea of the priestess other than her bubbly flare for dramatics and love, but Thal doesn't get hung up on it, certain that they'll run into each other eventually since the Grounds are smaller than people think.
Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead, she adjusts her sleeves again, securing the buttons to keep them from falling down. Despite her original displeasure with the physical labor, she can feel the tension leaking out with every drop of sweat, distracted by the work and conversation alike. "Not often. I keep a good supply of steaks and in a pinch I can fly out to find food." Not that she doesn't occasionally end up hangry and ready to bite some heads, but that's not much different than her usual moods.
"'Leisure flight,' huh? I don't feel like I've done any of those recently." Disassociated wandering? Absolutely. But when the silence leaves room for memories and painful thoughts, she chooses instead to do something - anything - else.
When the masons give the signal, Thal moves to the smaller stones, settling on her knees beside the hole to fill in the little gaps. She gives Danta a sweeping glance of her eyes before focusing on the work. "Does it have anything to do with Asta's predicament this season?" There's surprisingly no judgement or accusation, no annoyance with the Butcher's situation, not even an eager curiosity, just a quiet inquiry that Danta is free to brush off.
Wiping a bit of sweat from her forehead, she adjusts her sleeves again, securing the buttons to keep them from falling down. Despite her original displeasure with the physical labor, she can feel the tension leaking out with every drop of sweat, distracted by the work and conversation alike. "Not often. I keep a good supply of steaks and in a pinch I can fly out to find food." Not that she doesn't occasionally end up hangry and ready to bite some heads, but that's not much different than her usual moods.
"'Leisure flight,' huh? I don't feel like I've done any of those recently." Disassociated wandering? Absolutely. But when the silence leaves room for memories and painful thoughts, she chooses instead to do something - anything - else.
When the masons give the signal, Thal moves to the smaller stones, settling on her knees beside the hole to fill in the little gaps. She gives Danta a sweeping glance of her eyes before focusing on the work. "Does it have anything to do with Asta's predicament this season?" There's surprisingly no judgement or accusation, no annoyance with the Butcher's situation, not even an eager curiosity, just a quiet inquiry that Danta is free to brush off.
Would you like me to be smaller, weaker, softer, taller?
Would you like me to be quiet?
Would you like me to be quiet?
