Thalassa
Her darting hasn't damaged shit, but perhaps her race and profession have put a dampen on anything that doesn't draw blood. Still, she throws Colt another sharp grin, the raise in her eyebrow conveying her undisguised disagreement. "Sure, but I doubt those barrel dancers have a similar level of risk." Her free hand indicates flippantly to the cluster of giggling girls in hats and spurs. Those disgustingly bright and cheerful women who'd pranced around and around random barrels on their horses hadn't given her the impression their lives might be lost.
But her attention is quickly grabbed by the show at hand, watching Danta dart off the hydra in an elegant display of loss that makes her laugh, particularly when the gentlemanly creature attempts to place the hat back on the rider's head. Taking a victory swig of her beer, she leans back, smug as can be and proud of her friend for his impressive performance. "I never had any doubts."
But her attention is quickly grabbed by the show at hand, watching Danta dart off the hydra in an elegant display of loss that makes her laugh, particularly when the gentlemanly creature attempts to place the hat back on the rider's head. Taking a victory swig of her beer, she leans back, smug as can be and proud of her friend for his impressive performance. "I never had any doubts."
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
