Contemplatin', beg your pardon
She doesn't know half of what Charlie is saying about 'tallow' or how it 'grows into itself,' although she can feel the excitement radiating from the priestess and she at least understands that the bone goes in the middle of the metal thing. Sounds simple enough. About as simple as pulling bone from a cooling body. Gritting her teeth with effort, Thal lets out a small grunt, half in acknowledgement and half in effort to rip the piece out.
It finally gives with a sucking slurp of a sound, still wet and slimy with gore when she pulls it from the deer's leg to inspect. Although not perfectly straight, she assumes the tibia will do the trick, dangling it from her fingertips to settle in the center of the mold while Charlie flits and hums through the space like she was made for this.
The waxy layers begin to build, slowly solidifying to support the base of the bone, a rich coppery scent engulfing her. It's not hard to see why the candles are enjoyable, although not to the extent of divulging everything to the bloodied priestess flashing her a wicked grin. She might be devout to Dygra, but that doesn't mean Thal is dumb enough to trust her without any hesitation just because of some lighting.
Her eyebrow raises in her usual manner of skepticism. "So all you do is give them the right ambiance and they spill all their secrets?" A small hint of a smirk tugs at her lips, conspiratorial and suspicious all the same. "Is it ever anything interesting? Or just complaints about how hard life is?"
It finally gives with a sucking slurp of a sound, still wet and slimy with gore when she pulls it from the deer's leg to inspect. Although not perfectly straight, she assumes the tibia will do the trick, dangling it from her fingertips to settle in the center of the mold while Charlie flits and hums through the space like she was made for this.
The waxy layers begin to build, slowly solidifying to support the base of the bone, a rich coppery scent engulfing her. It's not hard to see why the candles are enjoyable, although not to the extent of divulging everything to the bloodied priestess flashing her a wicked grin. She might be devout to Dygra, but that doesn't mean Thal is dumb enough to trust her without any hesitation just because of some lighting.
Her eyebrow raises in her usual manner of skepticism. "So all you do is give them the right ambiance and they spill all their secrets?" A small hint of a smirk tugs at her lips, conspiratorial and suspicious all the same. "Is it ever anything interesting? Or just complaints about how hard life is?"
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
