Thalassa
Reassured by Flora's comment, Thal's laughter is dark and deeply amused. It rumbles forth like the shadow before a storm, playfully teasing at the chaos to come. "Then I look forward to meeting him." Although she won't be accepting any tea from the man.
The white flicker of wings and chiming trill pull her attention to the dripping canopy, surprised that she hadn't noticed the dragon before. She assumes they must be the referenced 'Spice,' the unavoidable barrier to Flora's transition and expert counterpoint to anything Danta or Asta might say. "Can't argue against that." She might not understand the bond without having experienced it herself, but she imagines it's not something that can be easily cast aside - even for the cool addition of horn and a chaos goddess.
Boots scuff and drag at the dirt, disguising some of the tension lacing her movements, waiting for the judgement or laughter or otherwise unwelcome reaction to the implication of her admission. Much to her relief, Flora seems more interested in the vague verbiage. Even when her eyes flit briefly to confirm that she's not missing any animosity, Thal finds none.
Her memory loss isn't quite as embarrassing as her supposed past, and she doesn't flinch from the vulnerability this time, nodding her head as she wipes rain from her cheek. "Mhm. I don't remember any of it." She shrugs her shoulders to casually add, "Can't remember anything from before I became an Ancient." If Flora were more seriously considering the transition, she might have bothered reassuring her that Thal is an anomaly of her race, but Flora isn't and she doesn't care enough to correct any misconceptions beyond explaining the little she supposedly knows. "I eventually found some things that gave me an idea of who I might have been before." Looking to Flora again, she says flatly, "So, 'apparently.'"
The white flicker of wings and chiming trill pull her attention to the dripping canopy, surprised that she hadn't noticed the dragon before. She assumes they must be the referenced 'Spice,' the unavoidable barrier to Flora's transition and expert counterpoint to anything Danta or Asta might say. "Can't argue against that." She might not understand the bond without having experienced it herself, but she imagines it's not something that can be easily cast aside - even for the cool addition of horn and a chaos goddess.
Boots scuff and drag at the dirt, disguising some of the tension lacing her movements, waiting for the judgement or laughter or otherwise unwelcome reaction to the implication of her admission. Much to her relief, Flora seems more interested in the vague verbiage. Even when her eyes flit briefly to confirm that she's not missing any animosity, Thal finds none.
Her memory loss isn't quite as embarrassing as her supposed past, and she doesn't flinch from the vulnerability this time, nodding her head as she wipes rain from her cheek. "Mhm. I don't remember any of it." She shrugs her shoulders to casually add, "Can't remember anything from before I became an Ancient." If Flora were more seriously considering the transition, she might have bothered reassuring her that Thal is an anomaly of her race, but Flora isn't and she doesn't care enough to correct any misconceptions beyond explaining the little she supposedly knows. "I eventually found some things that gave me an idea of who I might have been before." Looking to Flora again, she says flatly, "So, 'apparently.'"
I'm in love with my future.
Can't wait to meet her.
Can't wait to meet her.
