Thalassa
Her demand request for a healer from the Green Circle had been short and sweet, and maybe a little vague. She figures it doesn't matter why she needs them, they're going to get paid either way - and she's not (unfortunately). At least this is probably easier than dealing with some sickly elder or screaming baby. Drop by, heal a fountain and some marble and move on. She doesn't expect them to complain about an easy day's work.
Thal props her hip against the fountain, flicking her tail as the time approaches. The black of her cloak pours over the structure, silver daggers glinting beneath where her hands are never far from even as she presses one into the cold surface of the fountain. Her blue gaze runs over the architectural phenomenon, the obsidian and metal tipping precariously. Her horns are a close match, tinged slightly blue as opposed to the deep black of the stone. The wine hasn't been added yet, but it's already an intimidating and impressive sight.
Thal props her hip against the fountain, flicking her tail as the time approaches. The black of her cloak pours over the structure, silver daggers glinting beneath where her hands are never far from even as she presses one into the cold surface of the fountain. Her blue gaze runs over the architectural phenomenon, the obsidian and metal tipping precariously. Her horns are a close match, tinged slightly blue as opposed to the deep black of the stone. The wine hasn't been added yet, but it's already an intimidating and impressive sight.
is my value based only on your perception?
or is your opinion of me…
not my responsibility
or is your opinion of me…
not my responsibility
