Thalassa
Feeling like she might understand the Mathair a little better, Thal begins to wonder instead about this 'Mateo' fellow, her eyebrow quirking doubtfully at the provided description. 'Unpretentious' isn't usually the type she likes to hang out with; although some might argue that Asta falls into that category, she gravitates towards those who can make threats - and back them up. She doesn't have the patience for tea or small talk unless it has the possibility of ending in blood, which a proclivity for dangerous plants might not exclude.
Her grin sharpens when she straightens to tuck her damp hair behind a horn. "Wow. He'd be one hell of an assassin." If he isn't one already, her eyes seem to add. Friendly and unassuming with a hobby that could kill people? Sounds like the perfect combination to her. She wouldn't expect Flora to admit to such a thing, but she might be more interested in meeting Mateo if she did.
Thal lets the water sink into the soil where her boots had scuffed over the seeds, grinning to hear that Danta's been busy doing the Lord's Dygra's work. "I'm surprised it hasn't worked yet. He's pretty persuasive." With how much she's been learning of Flora, it's no surprise that others think she'd make a good Ancient. Especially with how chaos seems to find the Queen on the daily, Thal could easily see her rocking a pair of horns.
Muscles tense when the focus moves to her, the easy casualness of the moment filling with her quiet consideration. She regards Flora once, sweeping her foot over another seed she's dropped into the soil.
Whatever she sees is enough to draw out the truth as she worked. "No. I wasn't born an Ancient." There's only a breath of a pause - a flick of her tail - before she continues, "Apparently, I grew up in the Underwater City until I decided legs were a better feature on me." Plus the horns, fangs, and a very different kind of tail. She says it all with a light humor, a smile like a sparkle atop the water's surface, but there are darker shadows beneath and the calm tide shudders, threatening to shift with the wrong breeze.
Her grin sharpens when she straightens to tuck her damp hair behind a horn. "Wow. He'd be one hell of an assassin." If he isn't one already, her eyes seem to add. Friendly and unassuming with a hobby that could kill people? Sounds like the perfect combination to her. She wouldn't expect Flora to admit to such a thing, but she might be more interested in meeting Mateo if she did.
Thal lets the water sink into the soil where her boots had scuffed over the seeds, grinning to hear that Danta's been busy doing the Lord's Dygra's work. "I'm surprised it hasn't worked yet. He's pretty persuasive." With how much she's been learning of Flora, it's no surprise that others think she'd make a good Ancient. Especially with how chaos seems to find the Queen on the daily, Thal could easily see her rocking a pair of horns.
Muscles tense when the focus moves to her, the easy casualness of the moment filling with her quiet consideration. She regards Flora once, sweeping her foot over another seed she's dropped into the soil.
Whatever she sees is enough to draw out the truth as she worked. "No. I wasn't born an Ancient." There's only a breath of a pause - a flick of her tail - before she continues, "Apparently, I grew up in the Underwater City until I decided legs were a better feature on me." Plus the horns, fangs, and a very different kind of tail. She says it all with a light humor, a smile like a sparkle atop the water's surface, but there are darker shadows beneath and the calm tide shudders, threatening to shift with the wrong breeze.
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
