Thalassa
Scoffing, Thal shrugs her shoulders. "I don't think anyone's supposed to like it." Except perhaps psychopaths who use screams like lullabies - and she didn't think many of those existed here. Too many demigods with high morals to let people get away with that kind of chaos.
Colt's declaration doesn't clarify much for her, especially when it doesn't explain the depressing mood; at least not until she gets to the part about her ranch burning down. Then it all clicks into place. The moping and wallowing and reek of despair. The woman has lost her entire livelihood - no wonder she's smoking cigarettes alone in the rain. Some of the enjoyment is leached from her. The teasing doesn't seem nearly as fun anymore, not when Colt isn't in any state to bite back.
Pursing her lips, she pulls an annoyed breath. "Ah. Heard a rumor about that. Didn't know it was yours." There's no pity in her voice - Thal doesn't do pity - but there's a flatness to it and her tail flicks as she steps forward. She takes a seat next to Colt, not even bothering to look at her when she does so.
"Any idea who did it?" The question is casual, professionally dark as she continues, "Cause I've got a dagger with their name on it." Said dagger flashes in the murky light between them, silver and sharper than the glint in her eyes. "Or I can show them the same treatment they showed your ranch." The dagger is suddenly engulfed in flames that flare hot and bright before vanishing just as quickly. The heat lingers along with an offer for Colt that not many others would receive, one that Thal wouldn't be caught dead admitting to - or the bit of emotion buried beneath the threat.
Colt's declaration doesn't clarify much for her, especially when it doesn't explain the depressing mood; at least not until she gets to the part about her ranch burning down. Then it all clicks into place. The moping and wallowing and reek of despair. The woman has lost her entire livelihood - no wonder she's smoking cigarettes alone in the rain. Some of the enjoyment is leached from her. The teasing doesn't seem nearly as fun anymore, not when Colt isn't in any state to bite back.
Pursing her lips, she pulls an annoyed breath. "Ah. Heard a rumor about that. Didn't know it was yours." There's no pity in her voice - Thal doesn't do pity - but there's a flatness to it and her tail flicks as she steps forward. She takes a seat next to Colt, not even bothering to look at her when she does so.
"Any idea who did it?" The question is casual, professionally dark as she continues, "Cause I've got a dagger with their name on it." Said dagger flashes in the murky light between them, silver and sharper than the glint in her eyes. "Or I can show them the same treatment they showed your ranch." The dagger is suddenly engulfed in flames that flare hot and bright before vanishing just as quickly. The heat lingers along with an offer for Colt that not many others would receive, one that Thal wouldn't be caught dead admitting to - or the bit of emotion buried beneath the threat.
But when I wake up,
I see You with me.
I see You with me.
