pool the knowledge

Humming her agreement with the Temple over the Dusklight, Thal throws Asta another chaos-filled grin. "Wouldn't want to damage the bar." Marble would certainly hold better than wood, and depending on the number of people, the wide-open space might prove more conducive to their celebration. But she'd hate to sway him one way or another. 

Her eyes lift from the pages she scans, finding flowers of all things. An eyebrow cocks up into her blonde hair, amusement lacing the huff of laughter she gives. "Oh, I am not the person to ask." She slumps back into her chair, returning to her own book as if to dismiss him, yet after a second, her voice carries back across the table. "But red's never a bad choice." There's a hint of a smile on her face as she reads through the ocean of words in front of her eyes. 

Some time passes, her brain beginning to ache with boredom over the long list of ancient rituals that seem too boring or bland to fit the couple. Eventually though, she finds at least one interesting thing, her tail twitching to accent the heavy sigh. "This mentions calling Dygra. I bet she'd make for a fun party." Maybe it'd turn out to be better than the Blood Moon Festival.

I just want you to set me free.

Thalassa