On an all night high off a midnight kiss
She releases her hold on Hawthorn to give Nova a full and true wave over, unwilling to sacrifice the drink in her hand to any bit of spilling. Her features brighten with the returned greeting and the approach of the shimmering girl, ever a beacon of joy and eagerness, which has a contagious quality. "Ooh, fireworks? Is it you that's been helping send them up randomly?" She throws out a conspirator's grin at the possibility, gaze admiring the explosive tools in Nova's hand. She could indeed be tempted to send one skyward, just for the shits and giggles of it all.
Before she can stake her claim on any such fun, much less casually pry for information, her name is brandished in a much more intentional manner. It lacks ire, just the bold slap of a challenge, to which her whole body turns to face head-on. "Thalassa? A duel?" Her stray hand presses in on her hip, 'brows lifting as she takes another pull at her drink while Thalassa approaches. She is not overly inclined to let the Ancient kick her ass in the mud, at a party (she's beginning to wonder if Thal knows what parties are actually for), but she measures up the swagger and the potential just the same. Calculating her response, nothing offered yet but a glittering grin that doesn't give much away, she lets Thal close the distance between them.
Something like certainty rolls over all the questions and the doubts in her mind, sharp and clear. Above, the red tinge of the moon gilds her golden hair, providing a bloody halo of light to every edge of her as she steps in sudden and surefooted to Thal. Her free hand snaps out to grab hold of the stick and shove it aside forcefully, while the rest of her leans in to remove the remaining gap between them. Her smile softens away from a razor, parting just faintly as she tilts and sets the full warmth of her lips against Thal's. The kiss is dizzying in its fierce but tender press, a brand of heat and suggestion that she marks the Ancient with as if they've done this dozens of times before.
Before she can stake her claim on any such fun, much less casually pry for information, her name is brandished in a much more intentional manner. It lacks ire, just the bold slap of a challenge, to which her whole body turns to face head-on. "Thalassa? A duel?" Her stray hand presses in on her hip, 'brows lifting as she takes another pull at her drink while Thalassa approaches. She is not overly inclined to let the Ancient kick her ass in the mud, at a party (she's beginning to wonder if Thal knows what parties are actually for), but she measures up the swagger and the potential just the same. Calculating her response, nothing offered yet but a glittering grin that doesn't give much away, she lets Thal close the distance between them.
Something like certainty rolls over all the questions and the doubts in her mind, sharp and clear. Above, the red tinge of the moon gilds her golden hair, providing a bloody halo of light to every edge of her as she steps in sudden and surefooted to Thal. Her free hand snaps out to grab hold of the stick and shove it aside forcefully, while the rest of her leans in to remove the remaining gap between them. Her smile softens away from a razor, parting just faintly as she tilts and sets the full warmth of her lips against Thal's. The kiss is dizzying in its fierce but tender press, a brand of heat and suggestion that she marks the Ancient with as if they've done this dozens of times before.
Colt
Got turned around in that setting sun and it turned into missing you
Received a Gilded Market wig from Remi that resembles her usual hair and is enchanted to stay on better than most wigs | has a reverse centaur tattoo on her left hand with the legs going down her pointer and middle fingers that looks like this.
