Dance with the waves, move with the sea,
With apologies delivered and the air cleared, Thal feels a thousand times lighter, even managing a full faced, fanged grin at his threat. "Do your worst." There's a challenge there, yet the skip of her heartbeat isn't from the verbal sparring to come, it's from the sense that Danta is a friend now. They might not ever be as close as what Asta is to her, but with so few in the category, he's already in the top five, and that makes her happier than she'll ever admit out loud.
Her smile deepens as he laughs, morphing into a grin as he gathers the important frogs papers in his arms. "At least you didn't shred or burn them." Her shoulders shrug, eyes glittering as she imagines the fury that would rain down. "She should give you a gold star for that." Finishing off the rest of her liquor, she sets the glass on the desk, raising a playful eyebrow as she props her head on her arm. "Any advice on getting back into her good graces?" Since he's had so much practice with it.
Her smile deepens as he laughs, morphing into a grin as he gathers the important frogs papers in his arms. "At least you didn't shred or burn them." Her shoulders shrug, eyes glittering as she imagines the fury that would rain down. "She should give you a gold star for that." Finishing off the rest of her liquor, she sets the glass on the desk, raising a playful eyebrow as she props her head on her arm. "Any advice on getting back into her good graces?" Since he's had so much practice with it.
Thalassa
let the rhythm of the water set your soul free.
