Thalassa
The problem
with wearing a dress
with wearing a dress
There were a lot of expected results to her attack - shouting, fire, other magics, chaos - but none of them included Maea shifting into a dragon. Thal might have wanted to destroy the flower, but she had never intended to make a scene; so when the wings sprouted and debris began clattering around them, she was already backing away, pulling her fire with her.
Like a retreating feline, she was half into the shadows, her fangs glinting a warning that Maea stay away before everything was darkening to a pitch black. She looked up to where the stars might have been to find a face. The looming mask wasn't one she'd seen before, but she didn't need anyone to tell her it was Ludo, the rags and commanding voice making it obvious they were the host of the 'festivities' - although there wasn't anything celebratory in the words.
Her eyes narrowed to flaming blue slits at being told she had to leave - and yet it was exactly what she'd been hoping to do anyways, the distraction providing the perfect excuse to escape. Thal tooka deep, seething breath, but didn't hesitate to take the opportunity, barely sparing a glance at Maea when she melted into the shadows and made her departure, no longer caring what happened to the flower in the process.
Like a retreating feline, she was half into the shadows, her fangs glinting a warning that Maea stay away before everything was darkening to a pitch black. She looked up to where the stars might have been to find a face. The looming mask wasn't one she'd seen before, but she didn't need anyone to tell her it was Ludo, the rags and commanding voice making it obvious they were the host of the 'festivities' - although there wasn't anything celebratory in the words.
Her eyes narrowed to flaming blue slits at being told she had to leave - and yet it was exactly what she'd been hoping to do anyways, the distraction providing the perfect excuse to escape. Thal tooka deep, seething breath, but didn't hesitate to take the opportunity, barely sparing a glance at Maea when she melted into the shadows and made her departure, no longer caring what happened to the flower in the process.
is that it clashes
with a sword.
with a sword.
