The world's a little blurry,
or maybe it's my eyes,
or maybe it's my eyes,
She picks a less colorful balloon, one with various shades of blue sewn into a gradient that won't assault her senses. Offering her ticket to the driver(?), Thal hops fearlessly into the woven basket and signals for them to take off. She's the only rider, which she'll quickly be grateful for when her jaw falls partially open at the experience. She'd have been even more appalled if they'd caught a glimpse of the genuine smile that happened to creep onto her face when she wasn't looking.
Because it's odd, being so high in the sky without feeling the wind beneath her wings. She's been on skyships before, but this feels weightless and directionless, like she might drift away into the stars or another dimension if she didn't pay attention. Although not one for drugs, Thal imagines this is what it must feel like to be unattached from the world, so high that nothing can touch her. The ground is growing smaller beneath them, the breeze kissing her cheeks, and the fire at her back, and for a moment - just a moment - she enjoys the ride.
Because it's odd, being so high in the sky without feeling the wind beneath her wings. She's been on skyships before, but this feels weightless and directionless, like she might drift away into the stars or another dimension if she didn't pay attention. Although not one for drugs, Thal imagines this is what it must feel like to be unattached from the world, so high that nothing can touch her. The ground is growing smaller beneath them, the breeze kissing her cheeks, and the fire at her back, and for a moment - just a moment - she enjoys the ride.
the friends I've had to bury
they keep me up at night.
they keep me up at night.
Thalassa
