Thalassa
Thal doesn't get embarrassed easily, at least not in the lighthearted way Colt might hope to hear - or she might want to share. Most of her experiences have been caused by weakness and wounded pride, her emotions leading her astray. She has to pause, eyes lifting towards the ceiling as she wades through moments and memories to find one that's too far away to hurt, one that might just be stupid enough to make her laugh.
"I almost got taken out by a tree." Nodding her head, Thal looks to Colt, deadpan as she says, "Its branches whacked me so hard I nearly died and had to leave the others to deal with it." She ran just to save her life, then broke down in a pit over a friend who turned out not to be worth the mud soaking her pantlegs; but Hadama had come to her aid, softening the pain to something lighter, and time has eased enough of the shame she'd felt. She isn't the same person she was then.
Accepting Colt's challenge of a dare, Thal scans the bar for something interesting. What her unfocused eyes snag on isn't something bright or entertaining, but a morbid sight that calls for disgust or revulsion. A man settles against the wall, his clothes dirty enough to make her think she can smell the stench over the lingering scent of fire and alcohol in her nose. He opens his mouth to take a bite of a garlic bread dripping with oil and butter, showing off a single cracked and crooked tooth through the mangy tangle of his beard. Thal wonders how he expects to eat the food with half a tooth. And yet...
A cocky grin spreads across her face, pointing blatantly at the man so there's no confusion when she declares, "Kiss him full on the mouth for one minute."
Any apprehension burns away with the alcohol and amusement, a boldness - or carelessness - setting in as she reaches for another sip of bourbon. "Dare."
Thal dares Colt to kiss the gross man for one minute.
Thal picks dare.
"I almost got taken out by a tree." Nodding her head, Thal looks to Colt, deadpan as she says, "Its branches whacked me so hard I nearly died and had to leave the others to deal with it." She ran just to save her life, then broke down in a pit over a friend who turned out not to be worth the mud soaking her pantlegs; but Hadama had come to her aid, softening the pain to something lighter, and time has eased enough of the shame she'd felt. She isn't the same person she was then.
Accepting Colt's challenge of a dare, Thal scans the bar for something interesting. What her unfocused eyes snag on isn't something bright or entertaining, but a morbid sight that calls for disgust or revulsion. A man settles against the wall, his clothes dirty enough to make her think she can smell the stench over the lingering scent of fire and alcohol in her nose. He opens his mouth to take a bite of a garlic bread dripping with oil and butter, showing off a single cracked and crooked tooth through the mangy tangle of his beard. Thal wonders how he expects to eat the food with half a tooth. And yet...
A cocky grin spreads across her face, pointing blatantly at the man so there's no confusion when she declares, "Kiss him full on the mouth for one minute."
Any apprehension burns away with the alcohol and amusement, a boldness - or carelessness - setting in as she reaches for another sip of bourbon. "Dare."
Thal dares Colt to kiss the gross man for one minute.
Thal picks dare.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
