Thalassa
More scoffing laughter follows. Thal is the poster child for tackling a challenge or taking on a dare, but Colt might be crazier. She shakes her head, the amusement clear in her eyes as she raises a disbelieving eyebrow. "It's not a horse to break, Colt, it's a region." One that would require more work and hard labor than any livestock or ranch.
Thal falls silent when she speaks, her gaze flat and guarded to hide the bit of sympathy threatening to the surface. Having nothing to her name, nowhere to go, no one to rely on. Those are all things she can relate to, that she'd felt for years before carving out her own place in the world, and yet... Thal sighs, watching her blade flick through the lazy rainfall. "I get wanting to make something you're own, but Hak Etme? There are plenty of easier places to claim - ones that won't try to kill you." Not even the possibly lucrative drug business would be worth the effort.
Titling her head, she playfully accuses, "Are you running from something?" Why else would anyone want to move to the middle of nowhere?
Thal falls silent when she speaks, her gaze flat and guarded to hide the bit of sympathy threatening to the surface. Having nothing to her name, nowhere to go, no one to rely on. Those are all things she can relate to, that she'd felt for years before carving out her own place in the world, and yet... Thal sighs, watching her blade flick through the lazy rainfall. "I get wanting to make something you're own, but Hak Etme? There are plenty of easier places to claim - ones that won't try to kill you." Not even the possibly lucrative drug business would be worth the effort.
Titling her head, she playfully accuses, "Are you running from something?" Why else would anyone want to move to the middle of nowhere?
But when I wake up,
I see You with me.
I see You with me.
