Contemplatin', beg your pardon
The control is impressive, Charlie easily maintaining the consistency of the wax and tallow without faltering in the conversation. She even breezes over the mention of her stoning without so much as a blink, a moment that Thal doesn't miss but doesn't emphasize. They all have their pasts, and she's much more interested in the golden age of the Ancients, unable to hide the smirk of pride for the race she's come to embrace and the goddess who gave her that. "I wish I could have seen it - to have seen Dygra like that. I'm sure it was incredible." What she would give for a glimpse.
Raising an eyebrow, she blinks at Charlie's enthused response. This time there is disbelief in her eyes, the flippant shrug of her shoulders so at odds with the bubbly embrace for life's mundane 'changes.' She bluntly points out, "Because people are so predictable sometimes, and cities don't change fast enough, and desires are rarely anything new. It just seems like there should be more." Especially if someone is going to live hundreds of years, she imagines it would be necessary to mix things up every once in a while.
Her chuckle is a little darker this time, a shadow laced with scandalous humor coiling through the candlelit room, her thoughts following the comparison easily enough. "I can't blame them there, but my mind isn't usually on Dygra when I'm in the heat of the moment." Thal throws Charlie an amused smirk that implies she's no stranger to the dark satisfactions of sex, a glimmer of heat shining through.
A swish of her tail and a shifting of her hip, Thal lets out another low hum of consideration. "Do you think any of that helps strengthen your relationship with Dygra? Or is it more for her? To worship and endear?" There's clearly another thought hidden beneath - a motive she doesn't speak even if it's not hard to guess at - but she tilts her head and watches the waxy substance shift around the bone, veiling her curiosity with nonchalance.
Raising an eyebrow, she blinks at Charlie's enthused response. This time there is disbelief in her eyes, the flippant shrug of her shoulders so at odds with the bubbly embrace for life's mundane 'changes.' She bluntly points out, "Because people are so predictable sometimes, and cities don't change fast enough, and desires are rarely anything new. It just seems like there should be more." Especially if someone is going to live hundreds of years, she imagines it would be necessary to mix things up every once in a while.
Her chuckle is a little darker this time, a shadow laced with scandalous humor coiling through the candlelit room, her thoughts following the comparison easily enough. "I can't blame them there, but my mind isn't usually on Dygra when I'm in the heat of the moment." Thal throws Charlie an amused smirk that implies she's no stranger to the dark satisfactions of sex, a glimmer of heat shining through.
A swish of her tail and a shifting of her hip, Thal lets out another low hum of consideration. "Do you think any of that helps strengthen your relationship with Dygra? Or is it more for her? To worship and endear?" There's clearly another thought hidden beneath - a motive she doesn't speak even if it's not hard to guess at - but she tilts her head and watches the waxy substance shift around the bone, veiling her curiosity with nonchalance.
Thalassa
But there's a part of me that recognizes you
