Thalassa
Any worry she'd had of judgement or stiffness quickly melts in Flora's friendly gaze. A tightness releases from her chest, the tension around her spine relaxing to make her next breath easier, turning quickly to a huff laughter at mention of her hair. She lifts a damp strand as if to inspect it before dropping it back down to her shoulder with a small smirk. "Thanks. It's better than being bald." Leaving it intentionally vague, she lifts her eyes back to Flora, a glint of mischievous curiosity as to whether she'll be asked to elaborate.
The new information on the Hanged Man's demise has Thal raising an eyebrow, amusement curling around the crooked curve of her lips. A soft scoff escapes as she says, "Really? Why doesn't that surprise me?" More on the Marin's part than Flora's, but Caido never seems to be void of 'relationship drama.' But she's glad to hear it could make a comeback, genuine warmth entering the smile and soft current of her tone. "Good. I could use a new drinking spot." She'll never tire of the Dusklight, but none of the places in Torchline have ever held a light to the Hanged Man.
She shrugs her shoulders when the attention turns back on her. A flash of fangs peek through the sharper edge of her smile, undirected violence flashing like steel in her gaze. "Better, now that those bastards are gone."
Not really wanting to linger on that, Thal gestures her head towards Flora, quick to ask, "You? What brings you out here?"
The new information on the Hanged Man's demise has Thal raising an eyebrow, amusement curling around the crooked curve of her lips. A soft scoff escapes as she says, "Really? Why doesn't that surprise me?" More on the Marin's part than Flora's, but Caido never seems to be void of 'relationship drama.' But she's glad to hear it could make a comeback, genuine warmth entering the smile and soft current of her tone. "Good. I could use a new drinking spot." She'll never tire of the Dusklight, but none of the places in Torchline have ever held a light to the Hanged Man.
She shrugs her shoulders when the attention turns back on her. A flash of fangs peek through the sharper edge of her smile, undirected violence flashing like steel in her gaze. "Better, now that those bastards are gone."
Not really wanting to linger on that, Thal gestures her head towards Flora, quick to ask, "You? What brings you out here?"
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
