The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She doesn't flinch when Colt grabs her arm, continuing the work in spite of the gripping obstacle thrown forth in pain. It's necessary, a crucial step no matter how painful to complete the cataloguing of the injury, but it doesn't mean she enjoys the pain - she doesn't have a reason to hate Colt like that. Thal might not slow the process or coddle the woman, but she adjusts enough to make it quick and fluid, no unnecessary jostles or prolonged suffering to make it worse than it needs to be. A mercy even if it's not kindness.
When the boot is off and the moment over, Thal props her elbow on her knee, glancing to where her fingers are coated in blood. "I'm fine." The sting has started to fade into that low burn, one she doesn't want to acknowledge for fear it takes too much of her focus. Especially when she has to focus enough to keep from laughing at the joke, unable to disagree with her. She bites back most of a smile, the smallest glimmer in her eyes giving away the amusement as she finally offers her name, "Thalassa."
As if she hasn't just bridged a gap towards friendliness, Thal stands, looking towards where the horse has sprinted off to. It didn't make it far in the thick brush, plants snagging at its legs, enticed by the trail of blood, but it's still far enough to be annoying. She purses her lips at the foul beast, eyes narrowing over the sour expression. "Fine, but I can't promise the horse will follow me."
In the blink of an eye and a whisp of smoke, she vanishes, darting in and out of existence to close the distance between her and the horse. It's faster than walking and she suspects her lyvern shift would only push the creature further inland. Not to say her sudden appearance doesn't startle the horse, but at least she's able to grab the reins before it goes crashing into a tree.
Taking a deep breath, she digs her feet and snarls when it threatens to bolt, "Hush. If I was going to eat you, I would have done it earlier." The horse doesn't calm, but it seems to take the snapping tone as a warning to fall in line. She still has to practically drag the thing towards the coast, her small form doing little against the mass of muscle despite the litany of scratches littering its hide. By the time she makes it to Colt, she's sore and pissy, ready to get far away from the miserable experience. Her eyes dart to the horse like it's personally offended her then gestures her head to Colt. "Let's go."
When the boot is off and the moment over, Thal props her elbow on her knee, glancing to where her fingers are coated in blood. "I'm fine." The sting has started to fade into that low burn, one she doesn't want to acknowledge for fear it takes too much of her focus. Especially when she has to focus enough to keep from laughing at the joke, unable to disagree with her. She bites back most of a smile, the smallest glimmer in her eyes giving away the amusement as she finally offers her name, "Thalassa."
As if she hasn't just bridged a gap towards friendliness, Thal stands, looking towards where the horse has sprinted off to. It didn't make it far in the thick brush, plants snagging at its legs, enticed by the trail of blood, but it's still far enough to be annoying. She purses her lips at the foul beast, eyes narrowing over the sour expression. "Fine, but I can't promise the horse will follow me."
In the blink of an eye and a whisp of smoke, she vanishes, darting in and out of existence to close the distance between her and the horse. It's faster than walking and she suspects her lyvern shift would only push the creature further inland. Not to say her sudden appearance doesn't startle the horse, but at least she's able to grab the reins before it goes crashing into a tree.
Taking a deep breath, she digs her feet and snarls when it threatens to bolt, "Hush. If I was going to eat you, I would have done it earlier." The horse doesn't calm, but it seems to take the snapping tone as a warning to fall in line. She still has to practically drag the thing towards the coast, her small form doing little against the mass of muscle despite the litany of scratches littering its hide. By the time she makes it to Colt, she's sore and pissy, ready to get far away from the miserable experience. Her eyes dart to the horse like it's personally offended her then gestures her head to Colt. "Let's go."
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
