And it burns like a gin and I like it,
If she hadn't already determined to leave Asta and Danta to their own antics, Thal might have rushed to their aid; but she's set on her own goals, and there are other factors at play. The bloom moon bathes the night in red, casting a red outline against Thal's damp hair as she throws back a glass of something strong and amber. When the crystal falls away from her lips, a laugh follows, musical and bright as the freedom of chaos blossoms in her chest. There's a sharp glow in her eyes, eager and hungry, searching the crowd while her hand flings the glass to shatter off in the distance.
The other hand reaches for a tree high above her head, letting her body drag down to snap the stick from the branch. Flicking her wrist, the wood whistles in the music of the night, her fangs flashes as she catches sight of a familiar face amongst the crowd. "Hey Colt! Pick up a stick! Let's see if you learned from our last bout." The challenge is laid bare, her feet moving quickly to intercept the woman, ignoring the people around her in favor of a fun competition of skills in the moonlight.
Thal challenges Colt to a duel!
The other hand reaches for a tree high above her head, letting her body drag down to snap the stick from the branch. Flicking her wrist, the wood whistles in the music of the night, her fangs flashes as she catches sight of a familiar face amongst the crowd. "Hey Colt! Pick up a stick! Let's see if you learned from our last bout." The challenge is laid bare, her feet moving quickly to intercept the woman, ignoring the people around her in favor of a fun competition of skills in the moonlight.
Thal challenges Colt to a duel!
Thalassa
put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
