\\ Get my pretty name out of your mouth \\
Her kill is clean, but Asta's is more clinical, a single slice to his arm cutting the life thread of the squirrel with a surgical precision. It drops motionless to the ground, not even a twitch indicating life had once inhabited the body. She throws him a grin and an approving nod before stepping forward to help retrieve their prey.
Fingers wrap around the fuzzy tail and hilt of her dagger, pulling it free for the squirrel to dangle limp in her grasp. When she turns to Asta, it's with a bright flash of her fangs. "Good. I was going to eat it anyways." Flicking her tail with a quiet satisfaction that screams loudly in her posture, she follows him to the tree, picking a patch of sunlight streaming through the canopy. She soaks in the sunlight as she props comfortably on the bark, tearing a leg off with a wet squelch.
Pointing the limb at the Butcher, she smiles and basks in the moment. "I'm excited for you, Asta. You deserve to be happy." The words are light, devoid of any stress or darkness from the prior months, fueled by the opportunity to be excited about the future. Thal wraps her fangs around the meat, tugging it off from the tiny bone to leave it exposed, ready to make a pile for his bouquet, doing what she can to share in some of his joy.
Fingers wrap around the fuzzy tail and hilt of her dagger, pulling it free for the squirrel to dangle limp in her grasp. When she turns to Asta, it's with a bright flash of her fangs. "Good. I was going to eat it anyways." Flicking her tail with a quiet satisfaction that screams loudly in her posture, she follows him to the tree, picking a patch of sunlight streaming through the canopy. She soaks in the sunlight as she props comfortably on the bark, tearing a leg off with a wet squelch.
Pointing the limb at the Butcher, she smiles and basks in the moment. "I'm excited for you, Asta. You deserve to be happy." The words are light, devoid of any stress or darkness from the prior months, fueled by the opportunity to be excited about the future. Thal wraps her fangs around the meat, tugging it off from the tiny bone to leave it exposed, ready to make a pile for his bouquet, doing what she can to share in some of his joy.
Thalassa
