Thalassa
Considering the new discoveries of her siphon magic, Thal takes her time putting distance between her and the town of New Haven. She ignores the smokey scent in the air, ignores the bit of a glow on the horizon. The fires have become familiar, the season full of dying foliage. It's why she doesn't think anyone will notice a few more dead strands of grass as she reaches out towards the stalks waving in the breeze around her.
Fingers brush the dry pieces, watching with morbid fascination as the magic in her pulls gently at their life force, the greenery turning dark and withering beneath her touch. It leaves a path of shriveling grass in her wake, her eyes fixating on the sapping life until an arrow nearly pierces her hand.
"What the hell?!" She snaps her hand back and to the hilt of her daggers, crouching into a defensive stance as she scans the hillside, looking for the source so she can retaliate in kind.
Fingers brush the dry pieces, watching with morbid fascination as the magic in her pulls gently at their life force, the greenery turning dark and withering beneath her touch. It leaves a path of shriveling grass in her wake, her eyes fixating on the sapping life until an arrow nearly pierces her hand.
"What the hell?!" She snaps her hand back and to the hilt of her daggers, crouching into a defensive stance as she scans the hillside, looking for the source so she can retaliate in kind.
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
