Contemplatin', beg your pardon
"Candles?" Thal repeats the word, her tone trading Charlie's bubbly excitement for something smoother and contemplative, a wave lapping curiously against the shore. Her head tilts, wondering how candles could involve blood, and all the more intrigued by the process - even if she hadn't been expecting to join in until the woman is practically bursting at the seams.
Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, she considers the request, not quite sure she wants to spend the rest of her buzz working, but equally as motivated to see what Charlie is up to. Thal's tail flicks behind her, humming through the conflicting decisions before her gaze is landing back on the priestess, sharp and assessing as she lays out her terms. "Only if I get to keep one."
Pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes, she considers the request, not quite sure she wants to spend the rest of her buzz working, but equally as motivated to see what Charlie is up to. Thal's tail flicks behind her, humming through the conflicting decisions before her gaze is landing back on the priestess, sharp and assessing as she lays out her terms. "Only if I get to keep one."
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
