\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Thal doesn't usually adjust her outfits for the weather beyond a thicker coat during Deepfrost, and this season is no different. Other than having her sleeves rolled to the elbows, she walks comfortably in her all-black attire, covered from shoulders to ankles in plain black, accents of silver peeking from the arsenal of daggers and the occasionally jewelry. The straps of her sheaths are more visible without her cloak, crisscrossing her body in a way that she often catches men trailing, each hilt within reach of her hands - if they weren't tucked into her pockets.
The sun glistens against her wave of dark hair, like black satin falling over her shoulders. The contrasting blue-black of her igneous horns gives her hair a nearly imperceptible blue hue, a trick of the light that makes her eyes look lighter and brighter than usual.
Strolling casually to the lightning-struck tree, Thal takes in Asta's humming form, an easy smile finding its place on her lips. "I swear I have that exact outfit in my chest - although it's probably not the same size." She shoots him a wink, a fang flashing playful before she catalogues their barren surroundings. "Why are we meeting here?" Her place is only a few miles away, the lightning flickering in the distance. Even if they were on a hunt, they could easily have met at her apartment and found something in the forest nearby. She'll never complain about spending time with the Butcher, but that doesn't mean she has any idea why they're meeting.
The sun glistens against her wave of dark hair, like black satin falling over her shoulders. The contrasting blue-black of her igneous horns gives her hair a nearly imperceptible blue hue, a trick of the light that makes her eyes look lighter and brighter than usual.
Strolling casually to the lightning-struck tree, Thal takes in Asta's humming form, an easy smile finding its place on her lips. "I swear I have that exact outfit in my chest - although it's probably not the same size." She shoots him a wink, a fang flashing playful before she catalogues their barren surroundings. "Why are we meeting here?" Her place is only a few miles away, the lightning flickering in the distance. Even if they were on a hunt, they could easily have met at her apartment and found something in the forest nearby. She'll never complain about spending time with the Butcher, but that doesn't mean she has any idea why they're meeting.
Thalassa
