Thalassa
Wings and scales are traded for blonde hair and legs, her momentum not breaking for a moment as she transitions from flying to walking. She hides the grimace that tightens her features, feeling the ache of her back and arm. Flying while wounded had proven more painful than expected, and although she'd made it here, Thal wonders if she might have to walk back. At least the portal to the Grounds is close enough, but it does nothing to quell her frustrations.
Ignoring the pull of bandages beneath her long-sleeve shirt, she pastes a playful grin on her lips when she takes in the revelry, trying to stir excited for the fun to be had. It reminds her of the Blood Moon with a tad less chaos and a lot more people. She supposed appeasing a god who's baking them along with Caido might inspire people to visit the sweltering region. It doesn't bother her, but it also doesn't hurt to toss the heated stone she'd found into the fire.
Flicking her tail languidly behind her sauntering form, Thal approaches the bonfire before choosing to indulge. Her uninjured hand reaches into the pocket of her pants to remove the heated stone she'd found in the Greatwood. Tilting her head, she drops it into the pile of burning offerings, smirking as she says aloud, "Thanks for the nice weather this season."
Thalassa brings her offering from [SE] where there's smoke....
Ignoring the pull of bandages beneath her long-sleeve shirt, she pastes a playful grin on her lips when she takes in the revelry, trying to stir excited for the fun to be had. It reminds her of the Blood Moon with a tad less chaos and a lot more people. She supposed appeasing a god who's baking them along with Caido might inspire people to visit the sweltering region. It doesn't bother her, but it also doesn't hurt to toss the heated stone she'd found into the fire.
Flicking her tail languidly behind her sauntering form, Thal approaches the bonfire before choosing to indulge. Her uninjured hand reaches into the pocket of her pants to remove the heated stone she'd found in the Greatwood. Tilting her head, she drops it into the pile of burning offerings, smirking as she says aloud, "Thanks for the nice weather this season."
Thalassa brings her offering from [SE] where there's smoke....
As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you.
no one can hurt you.
