Thalassa
The Black Lake is a common visiting place for Thal. Whether she's taking time to relax by the water or visiting the shrine for a quest from Dygra, it's a familiar and comforting place. Perhaps it's the proximity to the water or the seclusion from society, but she finds herself drawn to the place when she has nothing better to do with her time.
However, today's a bust. She hadn't expected there to be so many people here, lining the water's edge and diving into the black depths. It leaves her no space to herself, and no quiet. So Thal searches for the one spot there aren't people. The far corner of the cavern.
She settles into the dark, empty space, leaning back comfortably on the stone. Her soft hum echoes against the damp walls as she weaves fire between her fingertips, completely content to enjoy the solitude. The light dances on the rivulets of water, her lyrical tone singing like a siren to draw people closer - despite her obvious desire not to have company. It cuts short when footsteps draw near, her tone turning clipped as she calls out, "Find a different spot. This one's taken."
However, today's a bust. She hadn't expected there to be so many people here, lining the water's edge and diving into the black depths. It leaves her no space to herself, and no quiet. So Thal searches for the one spot there aren't people. The far corner of the cavern.
She settles into the dark, empty space, leaning back comfortably on the stone. Her soft hum echoes against the damp walls as she weaves fire between her fingertips, completely content to enjoy the solitude. The light dances on the rivulets of water, her lyrical tone singing like a siren to draw people closer - despite her obvious desire not to have company. It cuts short when footsteps draw near, her tone turning clipped as she calls out, "Find a different spot. This one's taken."
I'm in love with my future
