Thalassa
"Then you need your eyes checked! Grass doesn't usually have horns!" Thal doesn't hide her laughter at the quips and jibes, surprisingly unbothered by her new hair color. After all, the number of people approaching her has multiplied tenfold, the blonde apparently making her look more 'approachable' - although 'easy might be the better word for it. She might not have expected to like the color, but it might be growing on her.
Then another arrow is whistling towards her while she's searching for Colt in the wrong direction, and she only barely manages to dart away before it embeds in her leg. But when she reappears a few feet closer, it's with a sharp burn and heat of pain across her calf. The wound isn't deep, but she sucks in a pained breath of annoyance through her clenched teeth. Her grin sharpens a little more as she seeks to return the favor, throwing her voice over the grass where she crouches awkwardly, "Mind sticking your head up?! It looks like you might be do for another trim!"
2/4 Thal darts again, but earns a cut to her leg, moving closer to Colt's hiding place.
Then another arrow is whistling towards her while she's searching for Colt in the wrong direction, and she only barely manages to dart away before it embeds in her leg. But when she reappears a few feet closer, it's with a sharp burn and heat of pain across her calf. The wound isn't deep, but she sucks in a pained breath of annoyance through her clenched teeth. Her grin sharpens a little more as she seeks to return the favor, throwing her voice over the grass where she crouches awkwardly, "Mind sticking your head up?! It looks like you might be do for another trim!"
2/4 Thal darts again, but earns a cut to her leg, moving closer to Colt's hiding place.
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
