Thalassa
Thal doesn't know what she expected. Maybe a prim and proper type with a stick up their ass or a depressingly old guy that should probably be a patient himself, but definitely not this pop of bright color with glitter on his eyes. Her eyes narrow, roaming over him as she tries to piece out whether he's just a passerby rather than the healer she's requested.
His questions about the fountain certainly imply his business has to do with it, and she gives a curt nod to confirm his guess. "Mhm." There's a sharp gleam to her eyes, a dark amusement in the flat tone of her voice as her shoulders lift in an uninterested shrug. "Would you expect anything less from a deadly race?" It'll look even better when the wine flows through it - not that she's an expert on anything 'artistic' like that.
Rising to her feet, Thal crosses her arms, ready to get this done and over with. "So what do you have? Magic? An item?"
His questions about the fountain certainly imply his business has to do with it, and she gives a curt nod to confirm his guess. "Mhm." There's a sharp gleam to her eyes, a dark amusement in the flat tone of her voice as her shoulders lift in an uninterested shrug. "Would you expect anything less from a deadly race?" It'll look even better when the wine flows through it - not that she's an expert on anything 'artistic' like that.
Rising to her feet, Thal crosses her arms, ready to get this done and over with. "So what do you have? Magic? An item?"
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
