At least grateful he drops the stupid suggestion of her eventual marriage, Thal raises a brow to his dangerous implication. "You expect me to live longer?" She laughs again, her head shaking with disbelief - and complete refusal to accept the likelihood of him dying first. "You're the one who always seems to be avoiding death. I doubt it'll ever catch you." And she silently prays it never will.
Asta is one of her only friends. If he were to die... Thal can't imagine what she'd do, doesn't want to think about what that would be like.
Similarly switching out books for another (with much less regard for the decaying tomes), she says absently, "Mm. Is that what it's like? I've never met her." At least not that she can remember. The merfolk's close connection with the goddess might have once meant something to her, but it's been long lost in the void of her memories. Dygra, fire, and chaos are all that remain, and her limited experience with the other gods is summed up in Festivals and parties. Rolling her shoulders uncomfortably, she adds, "Frey's presence at Danta's birthday party was... interesting." It'd been hard to dismiss the warmth blossoming through her body or the aching urge to find release in the middle of a party. Luckily, the prospect of cake had reined in her desires, but she hadn't quickly forgotten the sensations that had filled the space - and her.
Opening the new book, Thal nearly groans at the wall of text that greets her, dreading another few hours of research. She huffs a breath and hunkers down again.
Asta is one of her only friends. If he were to die... Thal can't imagine what she'd do, doesn't want to think about what that would be like.
Similarly switching out books for another (with much less regard for the decaying tomes), she says absently, "Mm. Is that what it's like? I've never met her." At least not that she can remember. The merfolk's close connection with the goddess might have once meant something to her, but it's been long lost in the void of her memories. Dygra, fire, and chaos are all that remain, and her limited experience with the other gods is summed up in Festivals and parties. Rolling her shoulders uncomfortably, she adds, "Frey's presence at Danta's birthday party was... interesting." It'd been hard to dismiss the warmth blossoming through her body or the aching urge to find release in the middle of a party. Luckily, the prospect of cake had reined in her desires, but she hadn't quickly forgotten the sensations that had filled the space - and her.
Opening the new book, Thal nearly groans at the wall of text that greets her, dreading another few hours of research. She huffs a breath and hunkers down again.
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
