Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
She didn't look up, finding the edge of her cloak more interesting than the conversation. "You mean to tell me you don't remember the one thing I told you?" Thal sighed, the weight of it feeling like enough to break the glass beneath her fingers. Her head shook with disappointment that pulled at her features. Maea prided herself on wanting to know people's thoughts, opinions, wishes but did she really listen? And did she really care? Did Thal care anymore?
Finally lifting her gaze, there was an exasperation there that didn't hide her annoyance or disbelief that Maea would remember this time either. "Honesty, Maea. I asked for honesty. It's not that hard." Her tone was as quietly resigned as it was chastising, a dissatisfied purse to her lips even if it wasn't nearly as sharp as usual.
And yet - ironically - she couldn't bring herself to tell the Ancient how she'd been, to admit how much she'd struggled and suffered, to expose how overwhelming and confusing everything had been for her recently. Where she'd once been willing to share most of her thoughts and emotions, she couldn't bare the judgement Maea would surely cast on her; so she shook her head again, the delicate silver chains wrapped through her hair and horns chiming softly. "No. You can't."
Finally lifting her gaze, there was an exasperation there that didn't hide her annoyance or disbelief that Maea would remember this time either. "Honesty, Maea. I asked for honesty. It's not that hard." Her tone was as quietly resigned as it was chastising, a dissatisfied purse to her lips even if it wasn't nearly as sharp as usual.
And yet - ironically - she couldn't bring herself to tell the Ancient how she'd been, to admit how much she'd struggled and suffered, to expose how overwhelming and confusing everything had been for her recently. Where she'd once been willing to share most of her thoughts and emotions, she couldn't bare the judgement Maea would surely cast on her; so she shook her head again, the delicate silver chains wrapped through her hair and horns chiming softly. "No. You can't."
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
