Thalassa
Although perpetually impatient, Flora's assurance along with the conniving little snicker have Thal expecting the wait will be half the fun. She's heard of few other people who hold a candle to the Queen's party-throwing skills. There's no doubt that this one will be just as memorable, and the Ancient lets her grin sharpen, as much a challenge as it is trust in the woman's capabilities.
Her gaze lingers as Flora talks, then flickers back to the tree, noticing how the scorch marks are nothing more than shallow coloring along the bark. They never made it far enough to do any real damage. Thal chuckles, impressed again by the quiet strength of the Mathair. "I see that." But when the tone of the conversation to dark mischief, her tail slows, curiosity drawing her gaze with the spark of shifting currents in her eyes. They land on Flora, a dangerous smirk curling with intrigued delight. "Maybe. I don't have a good track record with sentient trees, but she does sound like my kind of goddess." Dygra might still hold the throne, but a tree with chaos and blood running through its scarred roots might as well be her sister - and eating a demigod for power is badass.
Relating far more to the tree now, she makes note of Flora's various offerings. A single dark eyebrow raises into the blonde, fangs flashing in approval. "I like your style." Who knew the Queen of Torchline would be walking around with poisonous mushroom seeds in her pockets?
As if that's confirmation enough, she removes a hand from her own pocket to receive the seeds, then moves to scuff her boot into the wet soil along the roots. "Why does your brother have these?" she asks innocently. When the hole is deep enough, Thal drops a single kernel into the earth then scrapes the soft leather of her boot across the ground, burying it beneath so she can move onto the next spot.
Her gaze lingers as Flora talks, then flickers back to the tree, noticing how the scorch marks are nothing more than shallow coloring along the bark. They never made it far enough to do any real damage. Thal chuckles, impressed again by the quiet strength of the Mathair. "I see that." But when the tone of the conversation to dark mischief, her tail slows, curiosity drawing her gaze with the spark of shifting currents in her eyes. They land on Flora, a dangerous smirk curling with intrigued delight. "Maybe. I don't have a good track record with sentient trees, but she does sound like my kind of goddess." Dygra might still hold the throne, but a tree with chaos and blood running through its scarred roots might as well be her sister - and eating a demigod for power is badass.
Relating far more to the tree now, she makes note of Flora's various offerings. A single dark eyebrow raises into the blonde, fangs flashing in approval. "I like your style." Who knew the Queen of Torchline would be walking around with poisonous mushroom seeds in her pockets?
As if that's confirmation enough, she removes a hand from her own pocket to receive the seeds, then moves to scuff her boot into the wet soil along the roots. "Why does your brother have these?" she asks innocently. When the hole is deep enough, Thal drops a single kernel into the earth then scrapes the soft leather of her boot across the ground, burying it beneath so she can move onto the next spot.
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
