Thalassa
"I am a natural expert on meat." She flashes her fangs at Colt, willing to let the woman take the praise but equally happy to boast her own strengths. And as someone whose diet primarily consists of proteins and pastries, she'll admit that the barbecue passes the test.
Staring out across the stage, she hums, considering the various events she's observed today. 'Bull fighting' certainly sounds like one of the events she'd enjoyed. Her head tilts, the light playing against the reflective surface of her horns, blonde hair looking extra bright. "If that's the one where crazy horned beasts run at people, then yes." Thal grins to herself, lounging back as she waves her bottle lazily in the air. "The others just lack that... danger aspect." And where's the fun in watching anything if there's no risk of mortal injury? Her sharp smile turns to Colt, knowing the mischief will shine bright in her eyes.
At the mention of Danta, she shakes her head. "No money, although I would've bet on him if I'd known." He's the scrappy kind that can't be easily shaken. It's one of the reasons he's grown on her (besides being the source of Asta's happiness). She wouldn't bet against him in any competition.
The casual brush against her arm is strange, a friendliness that she pretends not to notice - or like. Thal simply sweeps her eyes to where the hydra and the Maverick enter the arena in a flourish of limbs and necks. She tracks the moment he vanishes, a grin spreading wider at the impressive display of Ancient abilities. Yeah, she's pretty confident in her choice.
When the hydra begins to twist his necks around themselves, Thal gives a low laugh. "That doesn't look comfortable."
Staring out across the stage, she hums, considering the various events she's observed today. 'Bull fighting' certainly sounds like one of the events she'd enjoyed. Her head tilts, the light playing against the reflective surface of her horns, blonde hair looking extra bright. "If that's the one where crazy horned beasts run at people, then yes." Thal grins to herself, lounging back as she waves her bottle lazily in the air. "The others just lack that... danger aspect." And where's the fun in watching anything if there's no risk of mortal injury? Her sharp smile turns to Colt, knowing the mischief will shine bright in her eyes.
At the mention of Danta, she shakes her head. "No money, although I would've bet on him if I'd known." He's the scrappy kind that can't be easily shaken. It's one of the reasons he's grown on her (besides being the source of Asta's happiness). She wouldn't bet against him in any competition.
The casual brush against her arm is strange, a friendliness that she pretends not to notice - or like. Thal simply sweeps her eyes to where the hydra and the Maverick enter the arena in a flourish of limbs and necks. She tracks the moment he vanishes, a grin spreading wider at the impressive display of Ancient abilities. Yeah, she's pretty confident in her choice.
When the hydra begins to twist his necks around themselves, Thal gives a low laugh. "That doesn't look comfortable."
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
