The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She'd just about forgotten the awful nickname the woman had given her, but it comes sharply into her mind as Colt reels with shock. Her eyes take in the galloping horse, scattered pieces of Mudtiger, and finally the rancher sprawled across the ground. No sign of the demigod who had been there moments before - or any other threats that need her immediate attention.
So Thal sucks in a deep breath, her face tightening against the burn of stretching flesh beneath her hand. She's in a sorry state, a few scrapes and bruises blooming over her body and a single slash across her cheek where she'd almost been murdered. That part is still doing its best to fit into her thoughts, like the last bite of cake that she can't fit into her full stomach without flaring a bout of nausea. But she's almost died before and she refuses to devolve into a panicked mess in front of this woman.
Placing her feet under her, she stands to close the distance between them, expression carefully controlled as she gives a indicative gesture of her head towards the limb that had been trapped under the steed. "Let me see your leg." It's not sharp, but the tone is used to being followed, offering little room for argument as she crouches next to her on the ivory surface.
So Thal sucks in a deep breath, her face tightening against the burn of stretching flesh beneath her hand. She's in a sorry state, a few scrapes and bruises blooming over her body and a single slash across her cheek where she'd almost been murdered. That part is still doing its best to fit into her thoughts, like the last bite of cake that she can't fit into her full stomach without flaring a bout of nausea. But she's almost died before and she refuses to devolve into a panicked mess in front of this woman.
Placing her feet under her, she stands to close the distance between them, expression carefully controlled as she gives a indicative gesture of her head towards the limb that had been trapped under the steed. "Let me see your leg." It's not sharp, but the tone is used to being followed, offering little room for argument as she crouches next to her on the ivory surface.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
